It was only my fear and my sorry guilt that brought you into that ... that perversion."She heard a whine. Kristen was trying to say something, but the...catch in her throat blocked it."I'm sorry, I don't—" We could have been happy." No. I don't think so. Not really. But I will never deny you again. I love you, and I will admit that to everyone, no matter what happens."What did happen, Patrice would remember always as a gift of grace. There was a white flash, a flutter of linen, and Kristen's face. But I will describe them later, because something else came up that kind of interrupted their enjoyment.My wife Alexis came to me late one evening and said she had to talk something over with me. I knew that she and Jackie - the white prostitute or 'escort' who arranged and organized our various 'extracurricular activities' - had had another telephone conversation that afternoon. The rest of the day Alexis had seemed concerned and indecisive, but now seemed to have made up her mind about. As he stood underneath the hard spray, he felt a hand slide around his hip and grasp his cock. He didn't need to look, he already knew her touch and her particular fondness for his cock, she always held and played with it when they were together, even if sex wasn't part of the plan - it seemed to hold a strange fascination for her. He could feel her large nipples pressing into his back and his cock began to stiffen in her hand. He turned and she fell to her knees at the same time, neither of. Since we had just under 2 hours we decided to waste no time.We got into the car and both of us were tensed. I slowly got closer to her and rubbed her thighs over her nightie. I held her back neck with the other hand and slowly went closer to kiss her. As I kept going closer my thirst kept increasing and unable to wait anymore I kissed her. She dipped her tongue into my mouth. Her saliva was very very delicious and I drank every bit of it. She also sucked my tongue very passionately. After.