Now I poured a half-cup and tried to get them to sip a little bit to warm them up.A loud squealing of brakes announced the arrival of the incoming tra...n. When it came to a stop my mom stepped down, a porter close behind her putting her two small bags on the wet asphalt. It was getting slippery; the temperature must be dropping. I took her bags and led her over to the kids."Land sakes, Ben. What's this?" I don't know, Mom. When I got here a few minutes ago they were at the end of the platform. Dread overwhelmed her.She was overreacting, she told herself. Maybe it was a card, maybe, maybe... but all of the maybes in the world couldn't change what she knew was in that envelope. With a shaking hand she reached down and opened the flap, sliding out the single piece of paper that was inside. She unfolded the paper, clasping her fist against her chest as soon as she saw the all too familiar slanted and harsh handwriting of her husband. Her eyes never blinked as she read his excuses.He had. Paul stared at the two beautiful women fellating him. Mora now had his ball sack in her mouth, gently licking and sucking upon them. His wife was plunging her face down and backing up, impaling her throat upon his rampant shaft. He felt himself beginning to stir and groaned, "Switch off! Switch off!"A moment later, the women were playing suck tag. Their eager playfulness helped him ease the stirring in his loins and he relaxed, content in enjoying the many sensations they were bestowing upon. It always amazed Todd how that tiny girl could handle such hard sex seemingly forgetting that she enjoyed pain. Later they noticed an envelope addressed to them. Opening it they found a letter on the letterhead of one of the finest restraunts in town telling them that Jodie and Bob had arranged for them to have an evening of fine dining at thier convinience including the managers card asking them to call and speak to him personaly for whatever night the wanted. They decided to go the next night.