.. your robust humor. You did, after all, pull us out of the ditch and get us here. Just... just reunite us with my husband and... and go!"Al laughed....Max looked surprised. Juliette held onto her mother's arm."Lady, it's no joke," said Al quietly. Then he bellowed, "Now, STRIP!"Al's sudden yell made both the women jump. Juliette began to sob. Al reached for the young woman and threw her across the well-upholstered back of a small settee. He held her against the soft leather her wet, denim clad,. He moaned loudly as she massaged his manhood. He returned the favor and reached up and massaged and squeezed her breasts. After a minute had passed he pulled her down to him and began to kiss her. He held her tight as they kissed passionately. She was utterly surprised by the passion and power of his kiss, she hadnt seen him that way in years she matched his kisses with her own rising passion, kissing and biting at his lips. She slowly slid back rubbing her slit against his rod working herself. Her bright red painted fingernails and hands guided his powerful buttocks and her high pitched screams were filled with passion and need. Her brain was being re-wired with each frenetic deep fuck stroke and she looked like she was losing her mind in lust and desire.The pornographic reflection and the intense fucking was becoming far too much. Fortunately in moments, my lover was screeching deeply, growling and signaling the beginning of his orgasm. I too knew I was far too overstimulated to. He seemed to be working the room. I got the drinks and handed him his."Cheers," I said."Here's to a long partnership," he said.I nearly choked on my wine when I saw Tamara walk through the door. She was wearing a white halter mini dress. She looked hot! Michelle was right beside her in a black ensemble that was almost, but not quite, as revealing. I nudged Michael. He looked toward the door and said, "Damn!" Tamara is the one in white and Michelle is in black," I stammered.Tamara looked toward.