On turns, I'd sway with the motion, and notice all their eyes go straight to my legs. When we pulled up to the club entrance, I was in the middle of ... giggling-fit when the doorman opened the car door for me and without thinking I turned and got out. His expression told Art and Jay their answer, and they became almost like beggars in their wanting to see my pussy. I continued to play them off, and loved that I was driving them crazy. Both Art and Jay had VIP status at the club, so we hung out. And that was as good an illustration as any about why Mike didn't worry too much about having Tiffany come home from school, and watch Henry. There was no telling her to do her homework; she'd have it done. Tiffany was very sober, responsible, and competent for a nine-year-old, and somehow, Mike wondered how they'd come up with raising such a child. Henry was more like you expected for a six-year-old, a typical pain in the butt, but Tiffany could keep him under control when Mike and Kirsten. The bus to state prison was not air-conditioned, had no bathroom, and made no stops. None of us talked, not a word. The guards, four of them-two up front in a cage and two to in the back also in a protective cage, just stared at us or talked in low tones to each other. It was the saddest time of my life. And yet, a time of gratitude too. Why gratitude? Because I was able to do something, prove something, to my wife that words could not ever have adequately expressed. Oh, and the something was. UmmmI kept it doing the same and after about 10 minutes she told me that she is ready to cum and she said””FardeenI am cuming…oho..oho…ohooooo…I’m cuming……i can’t control……baby…I am cuming and then she came with awesome juices all over my face….I liked the taste of juices a lot, Her juices were on to my tongue and mouth. She shuddered again. Her whole body arched backwards. This time she gave out a louder scream. More fluids began to flow. I sat back and watched her orgasm.White fluids were.