She had lost all control as if she was getting an electroshock treatment. My cock was about to break it was so hard. I was getting light-head because ...t felt like I only had blood circulating to my dick. There was cunt juice down the front of the chair and a good size puddle on the floor. My wife was screaming, "I can't cum anymore." That didn't stop Pat; she was relentless and got several more orgasms out of her before she stopped. My wife collapsed in a mass in the chair barely able to. "Oh thanks. That makes me feel better!"I left the doctor's office and went for another salad. Say what youwill, but I love them. Besides, I was down to 132 pounds now, and therewas no way I would let myself be a fat pig again. In fact, I stillwanted to lose those 12 odd pounds. Things had been weird recently. I'dgotten rid of almost all my flab except for that on my hips, butt, andchest. My pants were too tight in the hips but too loose in the legs andthe waist. I definitely needed to get some. She had already gone at the McDonalds.Moore Genetics was on the north side of San Antonio. That meant that they had to loop around the city on highway I-410.The building was a non-descript large steel and glass building only two blocks from the highway. The sign out front said just "Moore" in plain white block letters. The black wrought iron fence that bordered the street had only one entrance; an electric gate with a security camera.The SUV pulled up to the gate around four p.m.A male voice. I knocked. There was no response. I figured she might have left. I was about to return but I noticed her footwear outside.I decided to look around. Their house was sandwiched between two houses and the backside was facing just tall trees and thick shrubs. As a child when I used to play cricket, I had to climb on all the window slabs to retrieve the ball. Hence, I knew how to go around and look into the house without actually going in.Since I knew Manasa’s room, I directly went behind the house.