Her mood is electric. This is the energetic Sheila that I remember the first time I saw her. We’ve both been a little depressed lately, being houseb...und for too long. It’s good to get out and do something as a couple and to take a break from the household responsibilities. ‘Well, here we are?’ I helped her off with her coat before taking our seats in the front row. I knew I had good seats, but I didn’t know they were this good. I acted as if I had expected we had front row seats. For a guy. The sreams i wanted to let out would wake rick so i took what he pushed in It was way passed any part of my pussy had ever known when it finally stopped being pushed in i looked down and saw he had almost 3 inches still outside my pussy then he stsrted fucking me and with every thrust I felt it getting deeper i was shaking my head no thinking he might stop going deeper but he didn't i felt his ball touch my ass cheeks and knew it was as deep as it could be I had both hands over my mouth. You told me you just wrote two sonnets and you know it’s because I’m here. I’m right, aren’t I?” “This is crazy.” Jason swallowed and took a deep breath. “No it’s not, Jason, your poetry brought me here. It was bringing me here ever since the day I found your book in that old bookstore. It’s what caused my old boyfriend to feel jealous and leave and why I had fantasies of you.” “I don’t believe this is happening.” Jason felt her intensity as she held his hand and with her other hand reached. Storm used to be a Las Vegas showgirl before Stephen married her. He is a very wealthy, titled Englishman in his fifties. She was renowned for her magnificent ass and still is even though she is past forty.“Do you know why we want that table and what we are going to do with it Marcel?”, Stephen asks the room service boy with great aplomb as he reads his name off his badge.“Two men are going to have a kinky, sexual threesome with my wife,” he smiles wickedly as I enter. The gown he gave me has.