But just drive around a bit. We might be coming back.’ ‘As you like, sir.’ The chauffeur opens the door. ‘Ma’am?’ I slip into the limousin... and slide over as Mr. Lynch comes in after me. The door closes. ‘Ah. I love being in my own car. Always feels like home.’ Home? I imagine that’s nice. I imagine home feels comfortable, a place people can go and be themselves, be accepted. I imagine it anyway. ‘Here you go. A glass of champagne for you. And one for me. This is good stuff now. A lot better. A jealous rage erupted inside of him as he pulled his nose from his textbook and looked up and down the streets. He felt that they had a physical and emotional connection that couldn’t be broken.He reached into his book bag and pulled out his phone and looked at the time and stomped his foot in frustration, “Awwwwww man!” He tried not to get his hopes up but he knew he would only be disappointed. She had told him she had never done anything like that before and maybe that was true. He was. I said i wanna suck then and she happily gave me her boob in ma mouth and i was sucking them… uuuuuummmmmmm aaaaahhhhhh what amazing feeling yar…. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip was in between her teeth, she was enjoying the ecstasy of hornines, we continue this for 20 min and after this we move to her bedroom, there i made her lie on her bed and i climbed on her creasing her pussy she was getting more and more horny i thought that she will get her orgasm n e moment, and after 5 min she. Richard was kneeling with his head buried between my Wife’s legs, similar to how I had been earlier and it hurt me to see him like that, I guess I had always before though of her pussy as being mine, now I was realising that it was not any more as per the terms of the contract I had signed. I stood in the doorway and waited until my Wife started groaning and the Richard came up for air. ‘Good girl, bring the bag to me’ Richard said. ‘Then kneel with your back.