And, yes, there was something that was weird about being physically disconnected from him, but yet we were so mentally in touch and engaged. I went ba...k, still unfulfilled, to read the rest of his email. He wanted to know if I was free for breakfast and for a trip to the Sunday flea market in town. Absolutely. I showed up promptly at 7:30 wearing a white denim mini skirt that I hadn’t unpacked from my box of summer clothes for a couple of years. I decided to tone it down a bit with a cotton. No one breathed a word about strip poker, though looking back I'll bet George was thinking about it. I know it crossed my mind briefly. I wonder, could the thought also have come into my wife's mind? Yet there was no sign of danger, none at all until that last hand.Oh, how I wish I could hear something out there! What are they doing? No, I don't need to ask that; I know what they are doing. My honey's head has started swiveling back and forth with the intensity of her feelings. Now she has. ”“Baby, you know it doesn’t bother me. And if you notice I spent all of my time on your clit, it was my fingers that were inside of you. Otherwise my face would really be a mess right now.”She giggled, and I moaned as that giggle caused her pussy to tighten up in an amazing way. When I slowed down as I felt myself getting close she shook her head and ordered me to keep going. Not one to want to displease a lady I continued, then let myself speed up a bit more. Soon the room was full of the. He was an emo for sure. Shaggy, jet black hair and make-up applied sparingly yet deeply over his young, smooth face. I asked him if I could help and gave the key a few firm twists. Then I said "Well k**do, looks like you'll have to call the maintenance guy to let you in and he's gone for the day." He frowned a bit, his thin, painted lips pursing as he did so. I could tell he had had a long day, too. To be honest he really needed a bath. I offered him the choice of calling back in the manager to.