“Do you want me too?” she asked.“Is he a good fuck?” I asked.“He is” she replied. “A VERY good fuck… and He loves fucking Me.. your wi...e!”“What did He text you thins morning?” I asked as I rubbed the tip of my cock against my wife’s ass.She extended her arm and reached for her phone. “Hold on a minute” she said, while opening her chat app.“Do you really want to read it?” she asked, “the text that He send me earlier?”“I do” I said, very excited and lightly touching my wife’s sexy ass.She swiped. "It was stupid of me to say this as I was on top and in control, with a thrust of his hips Dave suddenly rolled me over onto my side, his prick still buried deep inside me as he manoeuvred me on the bed onto my back. Then I was looking up at his face, I could see the bliss and triumph in his eyes as he began to thrust into me so hard that my body jerked each time our groins met. Faster and faster he thrust with me trying to match him unsuccessfully because of the shaking of my body, all I could. ’ Ruth bounded off, leaving her tea undrunk, and Ivy crawled back under the truck. After more careful examination she noticed a small amount of fluid had leaked onto the clutch plate. When she scrabbled back out again to look for the workshop manual, she found Geoff, Andy and Ruth standing by the cab discussing the Dodge 50. Geoff and Andy were like two peas in a pod, both wearing similar khaki green German army-issue jackets. Both had shaved heads, they lost their signature dreads almost at. She agreed and they walked toward the picnic area. Jake took a careful look around before leading her to his car. He drove her to Liz’s bungalow and showed her in. While she made herself comfortable, he poured her a snifter of brandy. As Jake sat next to her on the couch, she commented that she remembered being there with him before. Jake brushed off her attempt at distraction and brought her back on topic, asking her why she had pulled the disappearing act and why did she think he could or.