He led her through the crowd of people. He led her down a hallway around two turns of his large house, to a final door that led down to the basement. ...he basement was closer to another living room, but it was clearly his man cave. It had desk, a lounge chair, a sofa, a small library, and a glass wall to his garage where she could see his tools and workshop.Mr. Johnson closed the door behind Emily. Her skin tingled. She was suddenly uncomfortable in her daisy duke shorts and loose red blouse.. Having been serviced by my wife orally for almost half an hour, I was very close to cumming. Deciding to dump my load inside her mouth, I lifted my balls off her face and proceeded to face-fuck my wife before finally shooting my seed down her throat. Satisfied for now, I climbed off the bed and stood aside to watch Umu and my wife in action. Being already slick with her pussy juices, Umu managed to slip the tip of his thick pole into my wife, while she lay there groaning for ?James? to put it. He got exhausted very fast and made me feel unsatisfied, like a hungry a****l every night. I think he was not a good fucker at all, but he was my husband and I could divorce him on such ridiculous reason! In all other cases and situations he was a very good man, careful and loving, solicitous and attentive. But concerning sex, he was so weak, it made me cry sometimes.After a few years, we moved to another city, near my native village where I was born and grew up. It was very sunny and peaceful. It cost a little extra money but the girls were more than worth it and we would continue the insurance even with part time work.Two were going to college at KCC by using my sponsorship and Kate's and the rest back to senior high school, but still they wanted to work part time and be in Lisa's tutoring class. We had discussed in one of our evening meetings what to do for them.At our Labor Day party we were going to give them the keys to six of the cars that had been pulled in from the rental.