She did what she wanted and because of his attitude to her interests wasn't invited to any of her activities, he did the same. They were two people tr...velling in the same direction, but on different tracks.The class was fairly divided between men and women and all were well passed 'middle age'. However, he quickly got into the swing of the things and found that he got on well with them all. He had noticed the mother and daughter, but hadn't taken that knowledge any further than the general. The taste of her skin and the smell of her hair is intoxicating.My right hand wanders its way down her side to her hip and slowly both hands move beneath her shirt. My fingertips glide up her soft skin while pushing her shirt up and off of her, letting it drop to the floor. Bending down behind her, my lips find the small of her back. My fingertips tracing the tattoo on her side while my mouth makes its way up her spine with my tongue dragging along her skin. I make my way back up to her neck. Then the man getting the blow job told me my wife had stopped sucking, and then it became difficult for him to keep it in her mouth. She had fallen back asleep! I tried to wake her a second time but this time she would not wake. I sarcastically apologized to the nice man and told him he would just have to wait for her dirty cunt. He accepted my apology and stood up. He and I watched as the first man, fucking my drunken slut wife hard, repeatedly jammed his hard lubricated cock deep into my. I put everything back in the drawer and closed it. I noticed her laptop in the corner of the room. She had it plugged in and sitting on the floor. The screen was off, but the power was on, so I walked over and tapped a button.Screen-saver...the computer came to life. I quickly picked it up, pulled the power cord out, and went to the bed. I began looking through the files on her computer, hoping desperately that she would have some videos of herself. If she didn't, I would make do with the.