I'm not quite sure where Tracy is living now, but I know where Phil Turner is now residing. That girl from the flat below, turned out to be a fourteen...year-old who could easily be mistaken for a young lady a good few years older. Hey, that's life for the unwary philanderer nowadays.Still, I didn't intend to tell you about all that. I was trying to explain why I hadn't attended any of those parties for some considerable period of time, and how come, I finished up in the predicament I found. She was slightly depressed but still wanted to put her best foot forward by responding nicely to him and acting professionally. She knew it wasn’t his fault. “Yeah, I am so sad for you hon. unfortunately, you’re going to have to move to California and work side by side with me. We will be spending a lot of time together. You don’t know how sorry I am for you!” “Damn you Mike, you really had me going. That is great! When do I start?” she shouted in his ear, perhaps a little too. Even though I know she was tired, my wife could not stop her natural desire to meet every thrust of cock into her pussy.I figured my wife had enough and I never did take a turn that evening, I just staightened up her clothes enough to get her out to the car and head home. Nothing was said during the ride home or after my wife showered and came to bed. We just went to sleep.The next morning my wife acted as if nothing had happened the evening before. We never discussed anything about the prior. “Pleathe, Thir! I want to be a guhd guhrl for you. I want to therve you. Pleathe make my peepee djibble.”His fingers started picking up speed and my writhing returned. He could probably tell when I was cumming as my asshole started spasming against his Cock and I began sucking more greedily. I practically screamed into his fingers as I dribbled out my peepee juice onto his hand. “Good girl! Your clitty is all wet and almost back to its proper size.” He removed the fingers from my mouth.