And I love that too! After a while I suggested we move to the bedroom. Once in there, I proceeded to set up my cameras, both still and camcorder, on t...ipods. Meanwhile Chris bounced onto the bed, and lay on his back, his arms behind his head, legs spread, cock swaying, pre-cum leaking as he watched me at work. Having set up, I told Chris that since the light was not so good in here, his cock head needed to be shined and to glisten more, so that the pictures would be improved and the focal point. I told him to enter our bedroom and wait quietly for mi signal. I then went back to the bed and laid down beside Anita. I began to stroke and caress her sweet curvaceous body again. I could just imagine the hard on Claus would have already, seeing my wife in this vulnerable position.I rechecked the blindfold and again began licking Ana lustily, working my tongue down to her wet cunt. As I moved down her body, I motioned for Claus to quietly enter the bedroom. I inserted again that black dildo. As she had requested.That night, Mike finally got around to reading Ruthie's favorite book, "Pedro Paramo". It was one of the most depressing narratives he had ever read, but from the beginning he could see why the story had been so influential in Latin American literature. And to think, that no gringo, apart from the ones who made it three years into a Spanish major, had ever heard of the novel or its author Juan Rulfo.More importantly for Mike, by reading "Pedro Paramo", felt that Juan Rulfo. There were also angels and demons in various stages of dress and undress, drinking and dirty dancing. Just as Rick was about to grab some drinks at the bar he ran into an old buddy by the edge of the pool. Then Marti started flirting with some guy in a kilt. Jenny couldn’t tell if was supposed to be Macbeth, Rob Roy, or Braveheart, but whoever he was, he seemed to be carrying his dirk in the wrong place. Something was lifting the tartan in front, under the weight of his sporran, and Marti was.