What time do you get out? i asked, wanting to reach down and start massaging my pussy through my jeans. my husband turned me on in ways i never imagin...d possible. 5, do you want to go out for dinner? i smirked, no, i want to eat at home. i have an idea of what we can do for dinner. i like the sound of that mrs. carter, mmmm i want you so bad. so drive fast.. after we hung up, i glanced up at the clock. 4:30pm. i had about half an hour before he was even leaving work. i put food in the dogs. She knew something was obviously wrong. Jesse is here, instead of going to get his wife. His demeanor is glum and he is obviously distracted. And Eric is clearly in the loop, or else he wouldn’t be worried about the guy. Something has definitely happened between Jesse and Angel. Something bad. As she considers how to approach the subject, Jesse walks out with two steaming cups of hot coffee. Usually, the two of them would just jet over to the nearest Starbucks to get the good stuff but it’s. Rudimentary. Uninspired.No, their punishment must be more severe. Tailor made to fit their self-serving nature. A reliquary for their crimes.The Kitsune smiled wryly. She knew what to do.It was simple really. Top laners were prone to fucking over their own team to satisfy their urges to fight the opposing top laner. Thereby, it only seemed fair that, as punishment for such actions, they spent time fucking their opponent to satisfy her cravings. It would be just how they like to fight: one on. ” He said smiling. I kept smiling back at him remembering what I had told him about my fantasy. We reached a beautiful park, It was a lovely spot there was no one around except a guy fishing about five hundred feet away. Freddie pulled out a large picnic blanket out of his car and laid it on the grass beneath the beautiful tree. Pulling me down as we both sat on the blanket, we began kissing, holding each other tight. We started undressing each other. Lifting my arms, Freddy removed my top,.