..” he began.“Fuck me?” I finished his question. “Yes Pete. He fucked me.”“Was it good?”“It was one of the best I’ve ever had, Pete....It was a good farewell fuck.”He winced then asked:“It really was farewell?”I nodded.“So your plan worked?” he asked. "Whatver it was?"I took a deep breath.“Yes Pete. It worked better than I expected.”He looked into my eyes. From his expression he was desperate to know more; to hear more about what had just taken place in his house, in his bedroom, in his bed and. I started to undo my stockings and he yelled, No, No, don't take them off, I like the way the line runs up the back of your stockings!He patted the bed next to him and that was all I needed, I slithered over to him, standing in front of him, he reached out for me dragging me onto the bed beside him.As we began making out, his hand cupping my butt, his thick middle finger rubbed my aching hole, oh as he rubbed the hotter I became, moaning and breathing so hard I would never catch my breath.I. They were supposed to take the fence down and reconnect the walk, but the permits took longer than expected. It’ll all be done by Friday.”“We’ll come by around 5:00pm, if that’s OK,” Patience (I was sure this time) said.“See you then,” I said, and started walking around the block to the house.I was a bit later than usual returning from taking Anala home because of our extra activity, so I went straight to the kitchen to make lunch. I was joined by Kara and Sofia, and a few minutes later, by. We were right up to the bar and how crowded the bar was, no one else maybe could see, but I wasn’t sure. He just stood there frigging my wife off and again she did nothing, other than putting her hand on my bulging cock and rubbing it through my jeans. By the look on her face he was actually bringing her off, right there at the bar. As I looked down, I was truly shocked to see that she was rubbing his cock as well. Once we were served, we returned to our table and rejoined my s****r in law, my.