He opened his eyes. It was Rufus. He was smiling as he guided his cock to his wife’s pussy. Carol lifted herself for a moment and then sank down on...his cock. It was bizarre. His wife’s lover was helping him to fuck his wife. Suddenly he heard a slap and saw Rufus’ hand pulling away from Carol’s backside. “Fuck your husband good,” Rufus called out as he slapped her again. Carol squealed and then started to move up and down more forcefully. Noel groaned. He watched Rufus’ hands clasp around. The memo on the check said it was for the rescue of the company's vice president."What it really was had nothing to do with solar energy. Mostly it wasn't even about payment for services rendered. It was more about maintaining the cover story of the arms deal in South America. However, it did make the $10k I had already given Jerrod kosher, so I didn't question it."Walter, suppose I needed to hide a million dollars?" I asked."Are you out of your mind," he looked around at the walls of my. Chattt … …Kha ja meri chuttt … .KoFir sanjay ne apna muah hata diya or or kda ho gya mauh hatte hi bhabi boli bhan ke lode chat na sale kutte kiyo ruk gya harami to sanjay bola sali akeli mza legi kiya mera loda kon teri maa chusegi randi undono ka itna ganda khel dekker mai bi bhut gram ho gai thi or meri per pta nhi kab meri anguliya pahuch gai thi or mai kud ki chut ko ragad rahi or ander bhabi ne sanjay ko letaya or bhabi ne sanjay ka underweer nikal feka or sanjay ka gade ka sa lund samne. I sat next to her (on purpose) and we began chatting between the guest speakers. I was 'traveling incognito' in jeans and black leather biker jacket and carrying my helmet. She was spectacularly beautiful; long, thick, streaked hair a la Cindy Crawford, big, wide-set blue eyes, and full pouty lips.Melissa was not particularly well-built but she was engaging, effervescent, smart, sassy, sexy and self-assured. And, she was there beside me! That had to mean something. She was the kind of woman I.