A few days later my husband said we were going out Saturday night. He said Ryan was very busy but had agreed to meet us on the roof of a parking garag... downtown around 1 am. We planned to grab dinner and a few cocktails and then meet him at the parking garage afterwards.When the night came, I wore a red satin blouse, a black leather mini skirt and black patent 5" heels. We went out for a nice meal and then had cocktails at another bar and I tried to give my husband a handjob under the table. ? She frantically swallowed thesticky fluids as Hank filled her mouth with the sticky fluids, but the cum kept spurting.?Although the teen cheerleader swallowed rapidly, cum began to leak outof the corners of her mouth, and around the edges of her lips, between her lipsand the inky fuckrod.? The white viscidfluid soon coated the sophomore's pink lips, Hank's black shaft, and drippeddown her cheeks.? Hank finally pulled hisstill rigid black dick from the white teen's nowclasping wet mouth, some. He is shy, and I have to look at him and smile an invitation for him to come to me.He is perhaps 30, probably married, and blushes as he asks to take my picture. I nod yes, and his paunch jiggles as he circles me, snapping again and again, as if he is afraid I'm a vision and will disappear before he is through. Satisfied (or perhaps out of memory) he breathlessly asks to sit with me. I nod again, and he haltingly tells me of my beauty or the special quality that he has captured. When I refuse. Oh! Given choice of working as under-gardener or taking my essay to the study. No choice at all. Realised that R is a serious gardener - and that I might quite enjoy it too. Tea and more snooze in Elizabeth's swing chair. Could this be my life? A typical Sunday? Gave up trying to concentrate on essay and went for more under-gardening. Bliss. Then R with a bundle of theatre tickets - unobtainable! Tonight - Rigoletto - Monday - concert in the cathedral - Wednesday - La Sylphide. Weepy because.