Yes...fuck me...fuck your bitch hard...fuck your nasty little whore....cum on me...agh...agh..agh...yes...yes..." We could see that James was nearly t...ere but he wanted the same promise before he rewarded my wife with his emission. "Oh yes..I..promise..I'll ..never...steal...again...please cum for me...now...PLEASE..." Obviously content with her guarantee, James pulled out of Sally's cunt and, with cock in hand, quickly made his way towards the front of the table where her head lay rested on. Sometimes our spouses join us, but last week we were all solo. Let me start off by telling you that I am an uncontrollable flirt, and I sometimes enjoy flashing a little skin in the process. So, were sitting at a large booth at this bar and having a good time. We started talking about tattoos and I casually mentioned that Dave and I talked about my getting a tattoo, but I haven’t pursued it. Someone asked where I was thinking about having it done. I truthfully hadn’t thought about any details. ”“You are too kind,” Natasha groaned. “What do we do now?”“Do we call mademoiselle auBert? She’ll tell us where to meet her, yes?”“And she’ll tell, Papa,” Natasha growled. “Here. A cafe.”“Oui, maitresse.” Hafnan rushed ahead to hold the door for Natasha.Natasha entered the cafe without a word to Hafnan. It was a cozy college cafe with social justice posters on the wall. The couches and armchairs were overlarge and biting into the real estate they had to seat more people. It was bustling. Many. Wiferth loved the sound, he was swaying his body in time to the music. But then again he was after all a Celt and that is their type of music. So even separated by thousands of years their love of this type of music was still strong.The ladies called us from the cabin; we then left the truck, which I locked. Why! I just didn't want these weapons to fall into the wrong hands. As I approached the door I saw where the women had thrown out the hot water, (which was bad practice and we had to stop.