She told me, “Stop eating my cleavage, drink water first”. I was surprised by her bold talk. I drank water and then she sat next to me and started...discussing casual talk. I was not in the mood to talk anything.After some time I told her to let’s not waste time. She kept her hand on my thighs. Then I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips like there is no tomorrow. I gave her a french kiss for 10 minutes. She was responding very well. Then I lifted her and took her to the bedroom.I kept her on. I covered her as she faced me and I had my arms around her. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife, Chet?" he yelled. "Please lower your voice," I told him, turning my head towards him. "I'm not doing shit, except taking my wife with me. Now get away from her," he made clear, inching towards us. "No, now please leave. She doesn't want to talk to you." "I've been calling your phone for hours now, why haven't you picked up, Gwen?" "Well, because I really don't want to talk to your cheating. . mmm ... I'm gonna come ... I'm ... I ... aauuggh!"His hot sperm shot out of his cock in a thick lumpy stream and splashedover my bustier and onto my nipple. I rubbed the slippery stuff into itas he lowered his spurting cock and began to drench my crotch with hissizzling spunk. His thick curds coated my cock and balls and dribbledover my delighted anus. As errant jets of the stuff shot onto my thighshe rose onto his knees and moved closer to my crotch, pumping streamafter stream of his semen. Cara stood as the King reads the letter. She could see a flicker cross her king's face as he read it. It almost looked like a glimmer of hope crosses his face for a moment and is gone. Now his face is once again impassive and in control. The desire to know what was in the letter presses even more on her as she waits hoping King David would share the news."Has anyone else seen this? Does anyone else know you carried this missive to me?" King David asks her urgently."Not since the letter has been.