What choice did I have? I did not want someone to fuck my wife, a complete stranger. She removed her wet panties and put them to my nose. I loved the ...mell of pussy, touching another guys cock could not be that bad I thought. Her legs were opened and she was frigging herself. “Go on touch it,” she demanded. I closed my eyes and reached over to touch the cock while smelling her panties. It sort of turned me on, playing with this thick cock. I rubbed it and pulled the guys fore skin back to see. ” “I can’t do shit. Can’t eat what I want, can’t get through a day without these back spasms. I can’t even fuck.” Patty paused at this. Her hands withdrew from him like she was shying away from a live wire. She’d seen the way her father had looked at her when she’d come out of her room. She knew that look. The boys at school had been giving her those looks for years. Patty was holding out for a real man. She’d been fantasizing about her daddy for as. It is part your office now, while we are working on this case," Adam said. "I know, but she insisted on coming up here with me," Roger said. He stepped out of the way, and Jackie came running into his arms. She gave his a passionate kiss and a hug, and then wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I'm sorry. I was such an idiot. Then I saw in the paper about your wife." "Look, you don't have to be sorry about anything. I loved my wife deeply. That is all there is to say," Adam explained to. She wasn't exactly pissed, but you could tell that she wasn't used to being kept waiting. She looked as if she was about to tell me something when the phone rang. It was the head bellman, our car was here.I loved that driver, his timing was perfect. I wondered how much I should tip him for his perfect timing.Five minutes later we were exiting the lobby when I saw "our" car. It was an antique Rolls Royce Phantom. The driver was standing at the rear door holding it open for us. The car was silver.