”“Thank you for this, Damien. I’ll never forget it,” she whispered, tugging his head down for one more kiss because she just couldn’t get e...ough of him.And when they broke apart, she said, “Stay with me tonight.”“At your place?”She nodded. “I’m all caught up with work. All my ads are done and ready to go. And tomorrow’s Sunday, so we could spend the day together and just hang out.”Smiling into her eyes, he smirked. “Just hang out, huh?” He knew if he had an entire day to spend alone with. I had known Noelia for many years, since my marriage to Ana. She was a very sweet girl, polite and well educated, younger than us. I had never imagined she would be able to fuck my sexy wife; so, I thought it could be only her handsome husband, Gaby…Noelia and Gaby were living two hundreds miles away from us; but they had never visited our home in the last three years… or at least, that was what I had imagined…Ana opened the door for me. I noticed she was wearing a extremely tight pair of cut. “Come on.”“Oh Jeez,” she said under her breath and then straddled my face and slowly lowered her pussy to my lips.I immediately started to run my tongue through her wet folds, then gave her clit a good lick.“Mmm! That felt good!”Then I bit it with my lips.“Mmm, fuck! You’ll make me cum doing that.”That’s what I wanted, so I kept giving her clit all of my attention until she groaned loudly and started to grind her clit against my tongue.“I’m cumming!” she cried as she looked down at me and. Jean is still alive. I wondered if it was a concurrent lifetime. I found that neither Ann or I could pin that one down: yes or no. Monday Joyce went out and purchased more pool furniture as well as floating pads for us. She also acquired a Roman style leather couch for the studio and an additional sofa for the living room . She found a large L shaped unit, that together with our existing sofa gave us a U shaped conversation pit. There was still room around it to dance the Fox Trot or Tango..