’ He shrugged. ‘Got any plans for the weekend?’ He shook his head slowly. ‘Same thing every weekend,’ he replied. ‘We go out on the Friday...to get something to eat, do our own thing and go to bed late.’ His reply prompted a playful smirk to play upon the blond’s lips. ‘What’s so funny?’ ‘You’re so predictable, Ri,’ Ryan noted teasingly. ‘You should live a little.’ ‘I can’t,’ Riley explained, ‘and you know why.’ ‘I know — cause of *her*.’ ‘*Her* has a name.’ They quickly ceased their playful. Before I can begin he starts to beg:“Please, Miss Santos, I’m sorry I pulled your hair, please don’t hurt me any more.”He sobs as tears run down from his eyes. I lean forward and pluck one from his cheek with the tip of my tongue, tasting salt as I lean over to look him in the eyes, grinning as I lick my lips.“Please, Miss Santos, just take me home, I won’t tell no-one”I tilt my head, turning first one way and then the other, as if considering his suggestion.“No” I whisper.I climb off the bed,. After a few emails and meeting the husband one on one we were all set for our night of fun. They rented a local hotel room and we met at the restaurant nearby. After a couple drinks we paid the tab and walked to their room. We talked and had a couple more drinks and after a while he asked me if I was ready to get naked. We all undressed at the same time already feeling very relaxed with each other. She laid back on the bed and started to rub her pussy as he was putting some heating gel on. I never told her or anyone I think, why I dumped you, foolish pride I suppose. God Jim, didn’t we do some stupid things when we were young?’ ‘I don’t know Debbie, we managed to create a wonderful daughter behind those bike sheds.’ ‘Yeah she is beautiful isn’t she?’ ‘Takes after her mother.’ ‘But she definitely gets her brains from her father.’ ‘What makes you say that?’ ‘Well her mother must have been as thick as a concrete block to let her father get away.’ ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’.