Smooth as silk and freshly shaved. Her toes were painted black too matching her black nightie. I started rubbing her thigh when she held my hand and s...id “Baby you know when I start to ovulate we can’t do that.” My heart sank. I was thinking then that after popping a Viagra I would have to jack off. Then she started rubbing my hand up her thigh and back down. Her thigh was smooth as silk. She then said “But I want you inside me tonight.” The look in her eyes was that of a woman trapped in pure. Squatting like Lizzy and pissing over the floor was an obvious choice but the petite blonde was eager to be even naughtier. Inspiration arrived as her wandering gaze settled on Nadine’s coffee mug. It took two steps before the semi-nude Gabriella was standing by her manager’s desk, one hand grabbing the mug and quickly placing its open rim up to the deep groove of her pussy slit. She was only just in time as the need inside her bladder became too much as she began to pee, a jetting stream of. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the. Going through my mind was if they are swingers the conversation in the years we known them never came up nor did any opportunities my wife and his wife getting together. A little while later my wife excuse herself when inside I waited a little bit and follows her tell everyone I'll get them some drinks to get me away from the table I went inside and found my wife and she said to me they're not into swinging they're just regular couples that just like to have a good time and that's it. I said.