He would let the argument decide on whether or not he would intervene, but for right now, he just listened.“I know she’s here. She’s always here...” The male yelled.“Fuck off, Ben! She’s not here and even if she was, I wouldn’t tell your sorry ass,” Gina lied.“Well, if the fat cunt isn’t here, then where is she?” Ben growled.“Again… why would I tell you?” Gina challenged.“Fine… that’s fine, but when you see my bitch of a wife, tell the stupid whore that she needs to get her fat ass home,” Ben. So he pulled what was left of the torn rubber off of his slick dick. And I played with his dick to get it rock-hard again, which didnt take very long at all to happen. Then Ray mounted me and began fucking me missionary style, enthusiastically humping away at my pussy, just about as fast as he could go. And a couple of minutes later, Ray fertilized my totally-unprotected pussy for the second time that afternoon. But this time, he did it on purpose, instead of by accident. After Ray pulled out. Trisha beamed and thought it sounded like a wonderful idea.We had a wonderful dinner. Michelle had a chicken salad with blue cheese dressing (UGH!), and I had a wonderful ribeye steak. Our food was good; the atmosphere was fantastic and we had a wonderful waitress. What more can you ask for in a nice, last dinner with your wife?I left out the part about my longing glances toward her all evening. Realizing that this would be our last dinner together for a month certainly put a damper on the. Fuck my tight pussy.” She ran her hands over his chest. One brushed his holstered Sig. “Fuck are you doing?” snapped Bumfelt, jerking back, hand flying to the gun. “Nothing!” she snapped, smiling coyly. “You scared? The big-shot detective scared of little me?” “You are….” “Do me,” she whispered, spreading her legs. Pushing the thong aside, spreading her lips. Looking to his erect penis. “Fuck me, hard.” Bumfelt did. He took his holstered Sig from his shoulders first and placed it out of reach.