-Nope, not really, maybe a fling from the gym. But I have to check if he really want to. we did manage to breathe a bit and then my wife started to ca...ess my cock again. My cock got hard again and this time she straddled me, yes she was horny. -Imagine hun, you sitting over there and watching me having sex with another guy, waiting impatiently for him to cum inside me so you can lick all the cum out. -Imagine hun, you offering our guest, your wife’s asshole for him to take. -Oh hun, we can do. I almost laughed out loud. My whole life as Robert Burns was based on a lie. Very amusing!My tablet was fine for reading messages and short responses, but I needed my laptop to compose a longer message, so I pulled it out. The girls were awake and eating dinner and drinking the promised cocoa by the time I finished. Thankfully Diane kept them amused and busy while I typed, giving Cecilia an abbreviated version of recent events and explaining why I would be unable to travel out of the country. The place to be if you fancy a vibe straight out of Blur's ’Girls and Boys’, you know. Federico was a bit of a poet in his early manhood. Sonnets seemed to pour out of his chest at any given moment, praising horses and cats and the sky and his empty wine glass.But then one day he decided to become a landscape gardener. He drew the most exquisite baroque garden landscapes and got commissions among the wealthy. They all wished for bushes cut like hearts and fountains of happy spurting dolphins. She didn't even have a last name, or anything that would prove she was a citizen of the United States. That alone was going to be a hurdle he had no idea how to go about solving.Suddenly, George felt Dawn stir below him. She moaned groggily and her whole body shivered as she shook out her morning stiffness. George forgot his worries, watching in awe as she opened her eyes. It was like watching the sunrise. She met his gaze and smiled a happy, tired smile, "Good morning, George." She moved.