Like apple cider kinda and that was a smell that went pretty good with the dark wood cabinets and all the countertops were like little reddish-orange ...iles. If it wasn't for a big silver refrigerator and a green stove, the place would have looked really old fashioned. The table was old, one of those heavy country kitchen ones, all scarred and beat-up, but looking cool because of it. I liked stuff like that, just because it looked like people really used it."Where's he at now?" Angie asked as. I said real hot and sexy as I grabbed for his dick through his pants squeezing it feeling him hard as a rock. "Can you close the drivers window? If you do, I want to suck you off. This will be just the first of many times as your wife."Peter pushed the button and the window went up. I moved and knelt in front of him on the floor. I helped him get his pants down and I went to work on his hard cock. As I knelt there holding it and running my mouth up and down his shaft I found myself thinking of. And still she remained, waiting now to see if Ed McCarley would walk out of the front door. She just wanted to see his face, know he was alright, maybe even talk to him. About twenty minutes later he did walk out, dressed in jeans and a white shirt, wearing sneakers, and he carried an orange canvas gym bag. She looked as he walked to the sidewalk, and wondered where his car was parked. He stopped to talk with a couple of other — she guessed — cops, then he crossed the street in front of her and. "We aren't here to be your toys, witch. We-" I began but she only blew a kiss of pink mist. That was enough to keep me quiet."Oh I figured sweety, now why don't the three of you handsome boys get on your knees so that we can get started hm?" She said seductively, as she winked at us. But we just stood there, trying to get the whole of her beauty. I felt like kneeling. Like surrendering to whatever pleasures and tortures the beauty in front of me wished to grand or deny.Long, thigh high, latex.