“Well, um, I don’t know if you know what I do for a living ... that’s dumb, of course you don’t know, I haven’t told you. I work as a ... a ...ravel writer, I guess is the best way to describe it. So I have some connections and stuff and a whole bunch of travel points that I never use.”I paused, waiting to see if she would say anything, but there was only silence from the other side of the balcony.“There’s a Marriott in downtown Pueblo that wants to give your mom a two-week stay. They wouldn’t. Jessica’s cousin, Victoria has come down for the wedding and was offered to stay at their place until she caught her flight back the next day.Once inside the shabby little house, Casey is ready to get his newly minted wife into the bedroom, but Victoria stops them, almost pouting. “I hadn’t thought about the buttons on my dress,” she says. “Would you mind getting them for me, Casey?”Casey finds it a little odd that she doesn’t just as Jessica, but with how everything has been the last week or. Bob had a tough time picking up the signs he was learning, but then again, so was most of the class. He figured in 12 weeks he would at least have a basic understanding of American Sign Language (ASL).When Bob arrived home that evening his wife, Belinda Goodman, was already asleep. "Just as well", Bob mumbled to himself. He and Belinda had been married for over 32 years, but spent the last 15 years living as roommates. Bob wasn't happy about this arrangement, but what could he do? Belinda just. I ignored her for a few moments - much to her frustration.“Please!!!” she gasped again.This time I did listen ... crawling up over her body slowly, laying a trail of kisses from her pussy up to her lips. My cock was nudging around her pussy lips by the time that our lips met. She reached down impatiently and repositioned my cockhead between her wet splayed lips.“Fuck me now” she demanded.With my hands on her shoulders I lunged forward, spearing my long fat rod into the depths of her tight hot.