As I figured she replied to him that she could host Thursday morning between 830 until 11 or so that I’d be home at noon or soon after. So I kept ch...cking thru the week to see if anything changed, and they were on schedule to meet. I was also shocked to see my wife took a few nude selfies and was trading pics. It wasn’t like her to expose herself like that, even though she didn’t put her face out there. He would send pics back of his rock hard cock and a few stuffed in a pussy saying I’m going. He looked up in her moaning face and whispered: “There’s more to come.” He next took up the bottle of olive oil. He generously poured out the thick pale green liquid from the curvaceous bottle over her belly. It dripped down her thighs and panty. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her lover had surpassed himself in erotic fantasy tonight. Mr F. proceeded by pulling off the bra and the panty. He poured more whipped cream over her breasts and asked her to look at her reflection in the mirror. She. "Oookaay, time to go," Terry whispered nervously to himself.He checked the time and realized that if he hurried he could still makeit to the airport and catch his flight. He wouldn't have time to change,but by this point he was more worried about escape. He grabbed hissatchel that had his wallet, passport, and tickets, and headed brisklyfor the door, figuring that if he walked to the coffee shop a few blocksaway he could call for a cab, and then--"I hope you're not sneaking away," Delgado said. You grab the bulge that has formed in my pants as you whisper in my ear. "I want your hard cock, now." I whipsper back in yours, "You made me hard, so take it. It's all yours."You slide down to the floor, grabbing the rug and placing it under your knees. Your hands find my zipper, and before much longer, you're sliding my pants and boxers to the floor. You kiss the tip of my dick, then look up into my eyes as I look down into yours. In one motion, you take it all in, back into your throat. I.