Again, my wife called me. Her voice came from behind the still closed bedroom door upstairs. Panicking, I looked around for Sandy. She was nowhere to ...e seen. I looked on the floor for her clothes. They were gone and only my rumpled shorts lay heaped in the middle of the room. I was safe, she had left sometime in the night. My panic subsided. I’d had the fantasy fuck of my life come true and I was going to get away with it. I figured I was the luckiest guy around. The upstairs bedroom door. .. do I look like one of those girls?" Heaven forbid! You've misunderstood my luncheon invitation," he had said, his square handsome face assuming an embarrassed, if, awed expression. "How can I ever apologize and make you understand..." Please don't, M'sieu'. It's not necessary." But I feel like a cad..."She had laughed once more. "I like you the way you were... and shall we say about two-ish tomorrow... ?" T-Two-ish... ?" he repeated, his iniquitous rogue's eyes beginning to dance excitedly.. Her ass was tight and hot but I added another finger to the first to stretch out her bottom, lubricating her insides with the soap suds. As I withdrew my fingers, she turned around and made a massive amount of lather with the soap before coating my cock making sure that the head was well covered. She turned around again and guiding my cock with her hand placed it at the entrance to her bottom. She wriggled around a little until the head of my cock was nested right against her little starfish.. Somehow, you are still able to smile and keep your sense of humor. I can see why everyone has compared you to John Carter,” Karla said. She bit her lower lip and looked at Oscar trying to avoid his eyes. She added, “I loved John Carter. He was special.”“I’m not John Carter,” Oscar said.“I know. You are Oscar Meyers. You are special, too,” Karla replied brushing a hand against his cheek in a sign of affection. She turned and walked away before she said more than would be proper.Oscar watched her.