I feel... strange. Can we fuck now Carlos? Please? I... I'm so confused. Things make sense when I'm fucking you. I'm happy when I don't have to... to ...hink about stuff."Carlos bit his lower lip and stared at her, eyes wide, more fearful than lustful. Something deep inside Nica cringed."Whatever you want, lover," he told her. "I live to make you happy. We'll stop at a motel in the next city."Nica gave a weak smile."Thank you, Carlos," she said. "I'll make it really good for you." With you, it's. I would laugh, and debate this with him until he offered to show me his testes to be sure He was correct. He pulled me close and said things to me in Portuguese that made my skin ripple from the tone, even though i had no idea what they meant.We would go back to his rooms shivering and shaking with cold but always laughing. He would make coffee for us, i was never allowed to cook in His kitchen. "Only with a press, cara ... all other coffee is terrible." Everything he said had the passion and. I couldn’t believe what I’m seeing. My wife;s legs are well spread. Dr. Meghan was on her knees, her mouth is just an inch away from my wife’s luscious pussy.Dr. Meghan pushed a finger inside my wife’s pussy. Quickly, moaning at the feeling. She then took her soaking finger out of her cunt and put it in her mouth. She gently sucked on it and groaned.I wasn’t sure what exactly I was doing but keeping my eyes glued to her cunt as she inserted her finger inside herself again, this time, fucking. "She sat up taking her hands off the back of the couch and focused her gaze upon me. "Invite them here for dinner. This place has a large party kitchen downstairs and an area for entertaining. I am sure you could squeeze them in with everyone else for dinner. If not, then use the kitchen and have everyone else come up here and sit for dinner."I looked at her, with that 'are you crazy look' on my face."Yes, you heard me. This could work." If you say so." I do say so. Now," She got off my lap,.