She called Laura. "Hi sweetie," Laura said. "I thought he would have called by now," Pat said. "Don't worry. He'll call." "How can you be so confi...ant?" "Who wouldn't call after what you described last night." The two cowgirls laughed. "How about your man?" "He called this morning. We're going out tonight." "If Harlon's in Amarillo, I don't see how he could be back tonight. I don't think he'll call." "He'll call. Don't worry." "I hope so." "Gotta go. Bye Pat." "Bye." * Pat ordered. Her nails are digging into my back and I can feel some blood start to trickle. I’m still wondering how that bed ever stayed together under the pressure with put it through. I’m banging so hard into her I can hear my balls slapping her ass. She’s screaming louder and louder, ‘DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP!’ But if I don’t stop, I’m going to cum, and I want this to last. Don’t know when this will happen again. Because, ‘Friends don’t fuck.’ I pull out and Melody moans, almost in relief. I roll her onto. As she described how exciting it was to place her lovers huge cock in her mouth for the first time, she seemed to have trouble catching her breath, still wondering if this was really happening. Jennifer had now placed my cock in her mouth and worked her lips up and down the shaft. The warmth of her wet mouth and deep breathing was better than I ever remember a blowjob being. Maybe because it was the first blowjob my wife of twenty two years ever gave me. I simply kept wondering why someone that. .. Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... sounded my phone signaling 8 A.M. on Sunday morning. Normally I'd be loathed to get up this early any day, on a weekend especially, but today was different. Today is going to be the best day of my life. Excitedly, I climbed out of bed, careful not to trip and fall flat on my face as I rushed over to my calendar hanging on the wall. I squealed with glee as I marked off today's date, August 18th, with a red sharpie. After 18 long years of waiting, I was finally going to.