“Come into Westmouth with me today?” she asked as I ate.“Today? But what about the party?”“That’s all sorted. All I have to do is turn up ...ooking fabulous, with you looking fabulous on my arm. And to do that, we’re both going to need a new outfit. Well, actually, you need a new outfit—I already have mine, although I wouldn’t mind a new pair of shoes, the pair I’ve bought just don’t seem right. So, will you come with me? As soon as you’ve finished breakfast. If you don’t, I’ll just buy you. In the meeting room I grabbed three of the markers, for good measure, and stopped by the window to look outside. The city looked quiet and peaceful, and in the alleyway below our offices I could see a woman getting fucked on the hood of a parked car. I sighed, for a second wishing she was here with me, then returned to my screen. She had gotten a beer bottle, or at least said she had, as this is the internet, and you can really never be sure what's going on on the other side of the line.And I. From listening to their heated conversation, I gathered they had discussed mate swapping but had never actually done it. Now, George was pushing it with all his rhetorical skills. Alicia argued someone needed to look after the daughter, an argument which was swaying her husband to her point of view. Had I been nice, I would have kept silent. Instead, I offered Andy as a babysitter. Her face crumbled as George leapt to accept and renewed his onslaught to swap.Her face was a study in sorrow when. Her hands were on her sides as she gripped the sheets as he bobbed his head up and down. “oh fucking eat that pussy.” She moaned. He was eating her so good, and she began moving her hands towards his head. Ne knew this was his cue that she was about to cum, so he began putting more pressure on her swollen clit and made longer, steady strokes up and down. “Eat it, eat my pussy” she said while he pumped his head up and down on her soaked pussy “eat that pussy, eat that pussy.” Then she.