‘Take my word for it. I was going crazy for you for only a few days, they’ve been suffering for nearly a fortnight. I can’t begin to imagine wha... that would be like. They must be almost demented. And if you’ve told them they’re going to have you today, then when they get here you tell them they can’t, I don’t know what will happen. It would be inhumanly cruel. You can’t do it, darling.’ She looked up at me imploringly. Her eyes, despite the tears that were starting to form, had a strange new. I looked over at Anna, who was holding my wife’s hand and hanging on her every word. I looked into her dark eyes and they met mine — she smiled and turned back to Renee. ‘So, hoping I hadn’t burned my bridges behind me, I knew I had to try and make things right between us. I still love you — I think you still love me, it shows. So, here I am, reaching out to you, hoping that you can forgive me and we can try to give our marriage another shot. I miss you, I miss my husband, my lover … ‘ Renee. Out of desperation and a liberal "why not?" attitude, you have decided to meet the three people living in the apartment. You arrive at about five in the afternoon, prepared for the worst. You knock on the door, and hear a woman yell from the inside."Who is it?" John Doe," you answer back. "I'm here about the place." Great! Just a minute, alright?" A woman living here... This might not be so bad. You hear a deadbolt slide back and the door slowly swings open to reveal a gorgeous red-head wrapped. Valerie moaned in decadent delight as the flats of her fingers caressed her pussy. “Ahhhhhhh!”After some vigorous rubbing, she repeated what she did earlier: bringing her hand to her face, inhale her own scent—this time quicker than previously—and lick her juices off her hand, also faster. With the bikini panties pushed into her inner thigh, she tasted the one hand’s sticky reward while the other hand was busy tending to the vibrant twat. Then the tending hand went to the mouth while the.