After I sat back in post-climax for a while, marvelling at the volume of cum that shot out of me, I got up and hit the mini bar. The vodka and coke mu...t have done its job, because I awoke to my wife kissing me passionately.I noticed that the predawn light was making itself present as she hovered over me, still in my chair. I had finally passed out after jerking myself off and having a drink, even as I thought of her being with Tyrone.She was warm and pushing her tongue in my mouth. I could. He was undoing her bra. That came off. She was totally naked up top. He could see her boobs…all of them she told herself. And she let it come undone. At this point she didn’t even care. She didn’t care at all. She wanted it and she wanted it soooo darn badly that even her hormones felt as if they were skyrocketing all over the place. They were out of control at this point. She knew that and she found she had starting pushing herself, freely, against his body while the two kissed crazily. With. " That's a good idea," English agreed.The two sipped their coffees. One of them was relaxed and satisfied. The other was tense, blind with rage, and waiting for his companion to depart."Well," English finally said, "I best be off. Here's my card. If you need me, don't hesitate to call." Need you?" George snapped.The man looked surprised for the first time. "If you decide to press charges against Katterman, I mean." Oh," George replied. "Sure, yeah."Motherfucker, he thought angrily a few moments. I was very happy hearing that and she said that I have to do all what I want to do today itself and should forget today itself and should study from tomorrow. I accepted and she was sitting just opposite to me by now and am holding her hair which she have given me in my hand and I smelled it and she was just seeing what I was doing and it was a sexy aroma and then I bite her braid badly and she said that she have never seen such a hair fetish and pinched my cheeks and smiled.I removed the hair.