"Good morning, Mr. Klugman," she replied.Gesturing at me, Klugman said, "This is Mr. _____, a good friend. I'd like you to um, entertain him while I m...de a couple phone calls to some clients. I, um, I'll be at least forty-five minutes." Yes Sir," Allison said, looking down at her desktop.Klugman smiled at me and left us alone. I continued standing in place. Whatever Allison was supposed to do she'd either do or not do, and so I waited.It wasn't long before Allison shifted uncomfortably in her. Oliver had emptied his nuts into her and there was a lot to suck up. When she had enough, she just pushed me away, brushed her sun dress down and went into the store. We continued the ride; this time Oliver was busy driving his own van.We finally arrived at Jacksonville and picked up the motor home. Oliver hooked his van in tow and all of us climbed on the motor home, to start the ride back to Savannah. The problem was that I was the only one that could drive, so I knew that my wife and her. My eyelids drooped, half closing, sight slightly blurred, my body caught between the memory of Pippa and I, limbs entwined, sucking, licking and fucking each other to endless glorious orgasms, and the here and now, my thighs parting involuntarily, my arse cheeks clenched and svelte me lowering my aching drenched pussy down onto her long sensual fingers. “And it’s all fucking lies. All made up. Just some slutty little fantasy”. Pippa entered me, fingers spearing through the dripping, pulsing. There was my wife moaning with pleasure while this stud of a guy was fucking her and boy was I hard especially when she had a huge orgasm and told me how good his cock was. He was pumping deep and fast into her and then he tensed up and shot his load in her. He pulled out and she cleaned up his cock for him but by all means she wasn't finished yet for the night.We went and chilled in the jacuzzi after and she asked me who else I think she should fuck and I told her that there was another guy.