I don't know what the usual arrangements are for these things..." Okay, it was a little white lie, "but I can assure you that I have not been involved...sexually with your wife, Joyce. She has been very up front with me about how much she loves her job, but not at the expense of causing any problems with her personal life. I would assume that means keeping her marriage safe in the process."Jeremy looked over at Joyce, who was blowing her nose and trying to smile at him for his efforts on her. John thought while he plodded up the stairs.Outside was getting darker and the soft twilight shadows have embraced thestreets and hugged closely to the gaping windows and yet-idle streetlights.The key clicked in the lock. John placed aside his footwear and slowlytrudged into the kitchen. The room was dark, but through his apathy he notcare to turn on the light. Getting a bear, he got back into the living roomand was just about to sit down when a loud 'Surprise!' nearly startled himout of his. “Getting married.”“You can’t be serious! You’re afraid of French kissing and you want to get married?”Angie smirked, “Gotcha! You should see the look on your face!”“Nice.” I laughed. “You did get me!”“Sorry, I figured at that point I needed to do something to change the mood.”“By making my heart stop?!”“Oh, come on! The first thought that went through your head was that you’d get me into bed!”“And the second thought was that you would completely freak out and things would be even worse because. As soon as I felt some pressure building I tried to warn her.“Ma’am, I think that I’m going to...”She just squeezed a bit tighter and I could feel her tongue do some magic on the underside of my hard member and that did the trick. I started shooting burst after burst to her mouth and down to her throat and while doing that I could barely prevent my knees from giving up. Once she released my softening member from her mouth I took a step down from the stool and looked at the small seamstress who.