"Where the hell's that animal?" she could hear Bob yelling. "That goddamned kennel my wife suggested we use is calling up. They need him for some kid'... television show tonight," Bob shouted angrily.So that was it! Connie had arranged the whole thing--the dog, the time, the kennel--everything.Maybe she even arranged the play--all about a dog. She could keep her husband happy by letting him tinker in the theatre. And what a perfect cover she had, visiting the theatre, pretending to be the. Then Thomas pulled away from her tit and said, “Come on, baby. Your hands are only inches from my big cock. Let’s finish the massage with you jacking my fuck meat. Danny will never know and it’s not like you’re fucking me. Go ahead and fulfill some of your fantasies by stroking me, baby.”Kelsey had a look of pure lust on her face as she reached over and took his cock into her hands. She could barely fit her hands around his cock as she began stroking it, and his thick foreskin was sliding back. "Put your bag in this room", I said pointing to the master bedroom, "let me show you the rest of the house"After showing her the rest of the house we got set to make my husband’s night. She sat in the armchair directly across from my front door and I sat between her legs on the ottoman. At first we teased each other a little, kissing and fondling like two experimenting teenagers. My fingers moved across her shaven cunt gently, teasing her as I licked down her neck and chest slowly. I flicked my. This would be the first time they had ever met, face to face at least. She felt that their hearts had met after that first email. He had been so sweet. He replied telling her how he was looking for someone who could understand that he was in pain, and not ready to get hurt again. She knew. She knew very well what he meant since she was still in pain too. She told him about Jimmy, and he told her about Mary, the girl he was destined to marry, until she decided that she was not ready for such.