Then sheinformed me that she was going to take a shower, for me to relax andmake myself at home. She proceeded to get ready. When she emerged fromthe ...athroom, she looked stunning. I mean in all the years we weremarried, she had only looked this good a few times. She had on a corsetand a black cocktail dress that shaped her well, plus some modern 3"heels. Her hair was frizzy and well done, and her makeup was a tad muchbut she looked wonderful.With that she said let's get started.She first put. We'd set up a pair of mats and slept in the lab on some nights. For Devlin - married only two years - it seemed more difficult. His wife called daily.Their conversations seemed odd to me. He was constantly telling her that we were working and assuring her that we were all 'good Christian' men. After one particularly long conversation, he hung up and sighed."So look here, fellas. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. My momma makin' a turkey with all the trimmings, a mess of ribs and greens and Lulu made. We sat a few rows back from the stage, and swilled back more drinks. At this point, I was in no shape to drive home, not to mention, I didn’t even know where we were. Kenneth said he lived close, and that I could crash on his couch. I sent a quick text to my wife, and ordered another round. drunk and giddy we criss-crossed our way down the road, like we did many years ago. Kenneth took the walk to be serious with me about the “girl”. He was hurt, but it was important to move on. Our friendship. Her body shuddered between convulsive spasms and wave after wave of spasms went through her thigh muscles. She wasn't going to ever forget that orgasm, I knew. I held her to me, running my fingers through her hair as I whispered to her of how much I loved her and how I wanted her next to me forever, until I felt her body just collapse into me. I continued talking as I bathed her with a cool cloth, stopping to wipe cum from her pussy so I could suck it from my fingers. Then I lay down next to.