Since then we always enjoyed each other so much and had great sex life. She is the kind of wife that turns you on 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And m...st of all she is fun to live with and take care of. After several weeks of hard work and late meeting in my downtown office, Nescafe started to complain about our sex life. So I decided it was time to take very good care of my sweet loving wife. We went on a trip to the south of Morocco. Marrakech was our favourite destination in this beautiful. " You must make a fortune in rents," she gasped."Its funny, in '75 we rented those big apartments for only one-twenty a month. Now they're..." One hundred and twenty! Gosh, my little efficiency costs me six hundred and fifty and it's out way past Main."We continued the tour, each turn bringing either a gasp or a complaint from Rose."Oh, look at the pond, its perfect there. But it has to cleaned up professor... "The roses are beautiful, the bets so artful... "The grass should be trimmed, you. He moaned oh yes this is nice dear and so I knelt down and aimed his piss over my face and into my mouth. Oh fuck this is fantastic dear; you and I enjoy the same things he said. When he was done I licked his cock head dry and he helped me to my feet. Another kiss or two and he asked if I would piss on him now. Yes of course I said and he knelt down and aimed my cock at his face and took the full load of my warm piss over his face and into his mouth. When I had done and Deepak had got to his. I couldn't wait to see John but the hours dragged on and on. I swear I was ready to flip my desk over and set fire to the place by the time 5pm came around. As soon as I got home, I started getting ready. Shower, shave, I must've brushed my hair 300 times. I picked out my outfit a few times, before finally settling on a nice navy skirt (with panties this time, shit I still needed to get my dress clean I realized), and a bone white blouse. Stocking and heels. Then I power-fidgeted through my.