Now, however, after his first trip abroad since the wedding, he did not show up on schedule- he was simply nowhere to be found! Adrienne was livid- sh... had warned him to be on time, or "face the consequences, batard (French for "bastard")!"She waited up for several hours, thinking that he would show up, probably drunk, and then she kick the living shit out of his puny ass!Twelve hours passed, and still no Giacomo arrived. His flight wasn't delayed, so where was he? She finally was fed up, and. I then twisted my body onto the bed while pulling him down on top of me. My straight arrowed stuffed shirt personality of a father; began to explore my upper torso with his mammoth hands and wet tongue. Aggressively, yet tenderly, he thirstily licked and lapped his way down to my shaven pussy lips... KNOCK, KNOCK, “Room Service, we have your order Sir” came the sounds from outside our room door. Daddy frighteningly froze in mid lash; and I too, was agitatedly startled. It took a few seconds. Mostly, that was because she’d married him towards the end of the first year. Whether they were conscious of the reason, whether they were romantics liking newlyweds, whether they were merely being polite, Jen’s parishioners always spoke kindly to him.“So,” he said in the car driving back, “tomorrow, we both have off. Want to do something special? Picnic?”“Sounds great,” Jen said. Then she looked through the windshield at the clouds. “Do you think the weather will co- operate?”“Man proposes;. . well LOOK (as she said this she reached over and started touching my cock again) but I wasn’t expecting this right now, I’m just not ready”. We sat for a few moments comforting her and getting her to calm down a bit. We talked a bit. Her hand was still on my cock, stroking it, mmmmm. I told her “Maya unless you’re ready to do SOMEthing, you might want to stop that”.She pulled her hand away quickly as if I’d told her it was going to explode. Finally, I just said “Look, why don’t we get dressed.