"Nothing is okay, Colleen. How about meeting me for lunch sometime during your four-hour break today. If we're going to salvage our marriage, we need ...o start talking now rather than later." Uh, I can't work you in today," she said. "It's not a good... what I mean is, I already have an appointment with someone."I noticed she had sort of fumbled with her words, but I didn't really pick up on it."Who is that," I asked?She paused for a moment, then she said, "Uh... Dean Schmidt."I couldn't figure. It will be so big. Come for me.??Yes. I want to come. I want to come.?He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her ass, her cunt, her mouth, her tits. He wanted to come over her pretty face. Over her tits. He wanted to fill up her ass with his seed. But instead he fucked into her soft hand, enjoying her wonderful touch, her fingers gliding over his solid shaft, back and forth, back and forth.Monica was losing herself to her ascending pleasure. Her masturbation quickened. Her breathing. Chris saw me squirm and said "I guess we must have gone another couple of rounds in our sleep."I tried to gather my bearings, as the realization hit me“Did you slip me something?” I asked“Just a little something to help you relax, don’t worry though, you were fantastic”He winked at me and made his way to the shower. I made my way out of his bed and back towards my room."Hey Kara" Joe called out from the living room. "You guys sounded like you were having a really good time last night." He. I thought the driver was going to crash; he was so distracted. At a red light, he commented that this stuff never happens and asked if he could take a quick picture with his phone. Ann wasn't comfortable with that, but agreed as long as she could hold her hand over her eyes to make it hard to recognize her. When we arrived, the driver rushed around to open the door. Feeling generous, I suggested that we get a picture of the girls with the driver and took his phone. He stood between the ladies,.