"Isidora, Garth's call last night was bad news."Isidora just gave me a curious look so I continued."Nika has been shot by one of Marks' people, and Ga...th is convinced that Marks won't stop until we're all dead."Isidora gave me a sharp look. "Who is Nika?"Then it hit me. I'd never mentioned Nika. Our discussions at the U.S. embassy in Georgia had never mentioned my Russian counterpart by name or sex, and Isidora had left Tbilisi three days before Nika had arrived. In the few days that Isidora. Finally, this stuff was forgotten, until one day they celebrated together as Marcos still lived at their home for the first week end. A small party had been organized and soon they were chatting joyfully with drinks and bits of bridle and snacks. The theme here would be about the moment they had met, as well as memories and reminiscences. They were not reticent any more, drinking, this was an informal party after all. Marcos began to comment:‘Oh, Raquel, you look so wonderful and gorgeous today. But she wasn't finished! She pressed hard on my buns again and repeated opening wide and closing her legs a few more times. To celebrate her 4th climax of this session I pressed my weight down on her mound, in effect rubbing my softened cock on her clit to create frictions and against her pussy lips as our cums leaked out. Totally satisfied and exhausted, we fell asleep in each others arms. After breakfast, we drove around and stopped by the lake. We took pictures, then sat down to enjoy the. .. I'm sorry. I would never have thought... I mean... she never hinted that she was unhappy..." his voice trailed off."No, I'm just as shocked and bewildered by it all myself. I didn't have any hint that she was involved with anyone." I replied."How did you find out?" About six weeks or so ago, I got an anonymous phone call that went something like 'Did I know what my wife did on Friday afternoons?' It was a man's voice and that was just about all he said and then hung up. I guess I dismissed.