His hand scorches my back as he rubs my shoulder, a liberty I allow very few people. Eventually it’s the last dance…and it’s my favorite song, c...urtesy of Karl pulling in a favor from the DJ… Our last dance is magic…no steps out of place, only the music, and ourselves. I feel like I am drowning in his eyes as we stare at each other through the song. Like all good things, it to ends. We gather up our stuff, and I ask him to walk me home. His eyes turn a darker blue as his body reads the. He pulled himself all the way back out and repeated this torture on Anita’s pussy for nearly twenty minutes, before he again unloaded himself deep inside her pussy. When he pulled himself out, Anita jumped forward and sucked her own juices from his softening dick. It was incredible, but Markus was hard as a rock again. He lifted my wife by her hair, turned her on all four and positioned behind her between her round and firm buttocks. Anita buried her head in the pillow and screamed over and. He took them through sixteen dishes of gourmet journey. They all agreed, he was easily one of three best chefs in the city. Chef came to thank them for coming and they thanked him sincerely for one of the best gourmet meal they ever had.Chef knew Nat's family's presence and endorsement could make him secure very fast in the city.By the time they reached home it was nearly midnight.They all had nightcap. Nat pulled his daughter in his lap as he did when she was young and hugged her. The thought. On her birthday morning I wanted to feel her like queen. So while she was sleeping I kissed her lips softly. Bring some massage oil and started to run hands on her shoulders smoothly and she was awaken little surprisingly. Then I massaged her perfect sized tits and kissed them passionately. She was moaning and did not bother to say anything. Then I went to her naval and then started to massage her thighs. She was fully aroused but I want it to be slow and pleasurable. I removed her panty.