I fielded some questions about the software and said that I had a suspicion where the bugs were. It was set up that we would go there next week and ge... right to the debugging process. Part of the problem was that the English system used units in the metric system while ours did not. Also their currency system differed from ours considering the conversion from pounds and pence to euros and USD was a bit complex.When we got back home it finally sunk in to Cathy that I was going to take her half. It was Pam in her skimpy dress, clutching her purse and some street clothes. The bouncer yelled ‘get lost bitch’ and the woman next to him shouted ‘get your own ride home, asshole’ and they slammed the door in her face. Pam stood in tears in the cold air with no ride or coat. Thomas could not leave her there so he rolled down the window and called out her name. ‘Pam over here, it is Mr. Thompson from school. Get in the car it is not safe out here’ he said. In a trance she walked to his car. "Just lie back and let Erika love on you for a while." I was completely hard and had been so for some time. "I see you're thinking about me. That's good. Last as long as you can. I want you to feel good." She licked all around my stiffness until finally taking it deep in her mouth."Oh, gorgeous Erika, you can't know how fabulous that feels with your mouth and lovely hair tickling my belly."She reached for my hand and held it firmly as she continued to work her tongue and lips around my needy. "I can feel your frustration. Let me satiate you."I turned from the balcony. My wife writhed on the bed, her hands rubbing between her thighs. Her excitement brushed my nose, a tart musk. "You mean, you want me to satiate your frustrated desires, dear wife?" She left us both in need."My wife was a royal beauty, a Zeutchian princess. Her blonde hair spilled across the bed, her breasts large and round, brimming with fertile delights. It was often joked that princesses were the most important.