It's nice. Maybe we could eat lunch together when we get to my place?"She blushed slightly, "Thank you, Rick. I appreciate the offer, I might take you...up on it if we have time."I smiled and nodded, "Great, lunch with a beautiful woman before I get some sleep sounds like a great end for my day."A few minutes later, we pulled in to my house. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. A two story house with an office and loft upstairs along with a basement downstairs.I led Stacy inside and while. Michael pulled his wet cock out of my drained wife's loose pussy and flipped her over. He ran his hands under her hips and lifted her ass up so he could line the fat head of his cock with Andrea's little brown hole. Just as he started pressing this cock in her asshole she half hearty said no please . He ignored her pleas and began working his cock into her butt. Once it was buried in her he let go of her hips and they both feel to the bed. His feet pushed Andrea's legs together and he raised up. “Sure, as long as it isn’t a long one. I do have work tomorrow.”“We’ll play Yahtzee or something,” he says. “I can’t believe you still got all the games we played as kids.”“Kids?” Rory asks, feeling grateful for the light conversation and lack of any mention about last night. “You were the kid, I was the teenager.”“And now I’m the teenager and you’re the adult,” he reminds her. How the tables turn.”Rory laughs, feeling that there is more than one meaning to his words. She finishes up the coffee. New Year's Eve we were at an excessively snobby party given by the diplomatic community – Eddie's parents thought it de rigeur; Eddie dragged Al and we were co-opted. I promised Rachel I wouldn't be rude to anyone – but it wasn't easy.The sole good thing, I felt, was that we met the Japanese ambassador and his wife. Rachel greeted him in Japanese and they conversed briefly. Rachel was hesitant at first – I knew that outside of a few expressions she'd exchange with her mother, she hadn't.