"It must have been hell, darling."Brigitte gave no answer."And now, Giselle,", Angique went on. "Now I ask Brigitte to give her sweet lover's gift to ...ou. Oh yes, Giselle, the sweet cream of her great and only lover. l'Amour fou de sa vie. I am so honoured to watch her prepare him for you. I want to see her do it with eager dedication. I want to watch how she drowns you in the revered gushes of his sperm. The same sperm she has been aching for all these days and nights. I want to see her heart. After making arrangements with the station to have her BMW picked up and repaired I invited Helen to lunch. Once seated in a surprisingly dim room in a little steak house just across the road she looked at me a little puzzled and asked, "Isn't this putting a crimp in your schedule? I mean you've already spent an hour and a half just getting me and Gerry into Ritzville."Sipping my coffee I explained that Jamie had been a partner in everything I did, including the business. She had gone with me. John didn't press the issue that day or for weeks after. He just made sure that his mother saw him thumbing through his prego magazines every day. Each time she found him looking at pictures of pregnant women he would raise his eyes and look at her longingly.And it was working. Janet wanted to make her son as happy as he had made her. And it would be such a deliciously sinful thing to do. She daydreamed about throwing an adulterous pregnancy in her worthless husband's face. He wouldn't dare. As the man moans softly, she starts gently nibbling his neck."Darling...," Jack croaks dozily."Ssshhh...," his wife silences him and slowly kisses and licks down his spine.Reaching the top of his butt crack, she suddenly pulls him on his back and wraps her lips around his hard cock.It's neither Christmas nor my birthday, the thirtysomething man thinks while his wife caresses the tip of his dick with her wet tongue."Oh, that's great!" the man groans as her lips slowly slide down his shaft.Did.