As it was a home game, I couldn't travel too far but I had a few days to think about it. On the day, I decided I’d go out to dinner, maybe get picke... up the old fashioned way. If it happens, it happens. Leave it to fate: you never know what could happen. Of course, I might even eat, drink a glass of wine — and go home!After my husband left for the game by train, I dressed casually but still felt attractive. Oysters and wine figured in my plan at a small nook of a place in Gloucester. I didn’t. I was smelling her pussy , her pussy’s aroma was so good it was making me mad. Then i started to lick her pussy , it was warm , wow she was moaning like ahhh oooohhhhh uuuhh , it was really awesome , after some time of licking her body shivered and her body started twitching and she spurted her love juice on my face, whoa! It tasted like elixir .Now she made me lie on my back and took my dick in her mouth, the feeling i was experiencing was out of this world, she was not doing it good as in. You know that. When I married Lena, she took me to Vermont, which was nice, no doubt of that. However, it’s not that far from Maine, of course.“Still, that bed and breakfast was a lot better than your father’s idea of a honeymoon, which was to dump me in a cabin while he went fishing or hunting or something, and never seemed to kill or catch anything. The point being that he only spent time with me when he was drunk enough and horny enough to climb into bed with me. Then it was, push, pull,. "Excuse me. Dont cut me off. Of course i know Arianna and if you will listen you would know why." Go on." I said i little irritated with her anger."All angels have their alternate personality that lives in the otherside of the underworld, hell of you will. Humans all have them too but they dont come out until they are dead. I am Arianna's alternate personality, her darkside, her demon, if you cant already tell by my looks." "But why are you here? Why did you have to come meet with her?" When an.