His biggest fear had been waking up alone. ‘Hush…I’m going under with you.’ she had told him. ‘I’ll be at your side 20, 30, even 100 years...from now…’ And now here she was, with her foot beside a gray and grinning corpse, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Michael had been right. Maybe she had put him to sleep, despite her best intentions. Her shaking grew worse, and she almost lost her grip. Just the thought of falling, embracing that grinning corpse for even a moment shocked her to some. “At the toilet”, she says. He joins us a few minutes later and does not seem confortable but I do not make any allusions.Gérard leaves us after dinner, a little over an hour later. And I start asking questions or to make stupid comments to my wife. Of the kind «I hope he did take benefit of my absence to seduce you?» or "Hey, you would have not wanted to check the rumors by chance?" or "Why haven't you yet had diner? '' And the more my wife answers me with stupid things the more I get excited,. Though my pussy is spent, my mouth has renewed energy. I feel him angle himself up pressing his ass onto my face. His hands reach over to grab my head. I know what he wants and willingly, I give to him. Strengthening my tongue, I form it into a spear and start to tongue fuck his hole. His moans of ecstasy are music to my ears. I know I am the instrument of his pleasure. His pleasure is my pleasure and with renewed energy I rim him with relish. Unable to resist my efforts I feel him swing. In fact, I'm doing this mostly so I can bring Emily back to me. It might not work, but then I'd still have you to fuck whenever I wanted to." What about the other girl?" Joyce? If you agree to my offer, you'll be licking her pussy before too much longer, and letting her lick yours if she wants to do it. The same goes for Emily. I told you, right from the beginning, that you need to contribute more than you were offering." You aren't really promising me anything, but I'm having to make all these.