Dont dress up when youre done. Wear your normal slobbish attire. I grinned. As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish attire? I asked, taking another look a... my gorgeous wife. Just do as youre told tonight, Peter. Be a good boy. She hugged me again, and whispered I love you in my ear. I love you, too. I said, and went up to shower. I quickly showered, put on a pair of corduroy slacks, a sweater and my loafers. We dined on poached salmon with dill sauce accompanied by an extra-fine German white.. What is it…nine months? Ten?I just read your morning messages you wrote to me, and I listened to the voice messages too – telling me about that chat group you are on, talking about what Canadian delicacies all of you expatriates miss the most, what you crave.I know exactly which Canadian delicacy I am craving. Happy Canada Day, by the way!I am imagining parting your legs and using my fingers to spread your pussy open wide, and then licking between your moist labia, running my tongue over your. In the meantime, Linda insisted on visiting both front and back seats and once across the hood It was too bad that she was married. I was going to miss grabbing all that gusto. But, that cleared the only roadblock to my romancing her friend. Two weeks later I was waiting outside of their lab. My heart was being gnawed-on by a pack of ravenous Gerbils. I saw Linda come out and get in her car.Sarah had not made an appearance. I knew she was a researcher, not a secretary, so I hoped she was still. I let her go and stood her up straight. She turned around to watch as I slid my shorts and boxers down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stripped my shirt off to give her a full view. She looked in amazement at my 7 inch cock. I grabbed her shoulder and guided her to her knees. She looked up at me, nervous, the innocent look on her face belying her nudity. Both of her small hands were wrapped around the base. She stared into my eyes and opened as wide as she could, taking two inches of me.