Mister Little walked into the office and picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Ain't working, I said and he nodded You need a ride home he ask...d, ? Yep I answered . Tell you what he said, help me close these boxes up and I'll ride you home. I shrugged, my consent and went to looking out the window again. Mister Little took off his soaked shirt and hung it over the radiator that provided heat for his office. He'd really gotten soaked on his second foray outside so it made. She arched her back, as Derrick cupped and squeezed both her breasts, and press his lips against her throat and then her cleavage. He began to peel the bra strap off her right shoulder and cradled the breast as it was exposed. He became more gentle, but she felt weak knowing that he could just rip off all her remaining clothes at any instant. He tenderly removed the bra entirely, tossing it on the floor in the pile growing at Brian's feet. He gingerly pressed Brandi down on the bed, she tossed. The woman looked into my eyes and said, “Im getting jealous.” As she moved in, we passionately kissed. Our horny tongues danced in each other’s mouth. My wife was no longer grinding she had now slid her bikini to the side, opened the fly to the man’s board shorts and was taking his cock deep inside her. I couldn’t take the sight. I threw the woman on the bar and ripped her bikini down and started dinning on her pussy. The bartender immediately saw an opportunity, and pushed her face between his. I reached the bottom of the steps and turned down the hallway to the kitchen. I was barefooted and wearing just a long tee shirt, so I'm sure I made hardly a sound as I traipsed into the kitchen. My eyes immediately found the door to the basement. The light was on downstairs and the door was slightly ajar. I crept past the little dining room table, towards our kitchen counter. I stopped at the counter, peeked through the doorway and caught my breath. From where I was standing, I could see.