Lisbon was an old city that was very different from Frankfurt. It seemed so much older and the buildings so much fancier. But, then, Frankfurt had bee... heavily bombed in a war and Lisbon had not. We had arrived just the day before and we were staying at Senhor Nuncio’s house in the city, very close to the stadium. The baron lived in a restored and modernized castle; Senhor Nuncio live in an ancient palace, one with many bedrooms, and he there he housed the toreos, those who worked in the. It said " Breeding Today ". What was going on. Then I was sure I had just wasted a lot of time and money on this all. This was obviously some men's event and Laurel was probably at home, maybe even in bed with some other guy. As I began to close the door to collect my stuff and get out of there my heart jumped and my stomach turned as I heard this all to familiar voice, that light giggle. It was her, my wife. She was there. Carefully I looked again and I saw her. She was coming up the stairway.. Then, he reached down towards her waist, allowing his hand to find the waistband of her shorts and to slip under it and on downward towards the pussy. Tom quickly found that Mandy was already hot and ready to fuck. Her panties were soaked with wetness from between her legs. That was when Tom knew the time was right to give her further directions."You think you and I are going to fuck today, don't you, Mandy?" Tom asked as he looked Mandy in the eyes.She sort of nodded her head in agreement with. It was probably a different brown dress than she’d worn yesterday, but it looked exactly the same. Within 10 seconds, it was laying in a pile underneath Julia’s knees, leaving her only wearing a black thong and a matching sheer bra. Nice touch, Tim noted. As her lips engulfed his dick once more, he reached around to her back and disposed of her bra. After rubbing her back for a minute – something she loved anytime, whether there was sex involved or not – he reached around her arms and grabbed.