As I hung up, I joined Donna under the warm shower. I sucked her swollen pussy lips until she came in my mouth.We headed back to the bed and this time...Donna’s phone rang. It was her husband, asking how she had arrived to Chicago.As they talked, I returned the favor and ate her soft soaking cunt.The old bitch finally finished chatting just in time to come again…We rested for a while and then I grabbed her hand and led her to the balcony. Donna resisted at the doorway, saying someone could see. Are you going someplace?”“As far as the closest bedroom, ladies. Whatever happens after that is anyone’s guess.” When I said ‘ladies’ and ‘bedroom’ in the same sentence, Retta’s eyes lit up and she broke out in a huge grin. “OhMyGod, OhMyGod, OhMyGod!” And with that, she was shucking her pants as she went. Dad always told me the closer the bone, the sweeter the meat. In Retta’s case, I hope that was so because she didn’t have an ounce of padding anywhere, even her butt was bony. Sis just clung. To that end, I wanted to find someone to fuck my wife where I would take in all the action, her reactions, the movements, the sounds. Took quite a bit of time and patience, but eventually convinced my wife to give this a try. After many emails, messages, and a few video interviews, we settled on a guy, I'll call John, for our grand coming out sharing event.Met John at a hotel downtown down at the pub, had a few drinks to loosen up, and then headed up to the room. John seemed a bit nervous, and. I came out of the factory and spotted someone at my car. Out of habit, I pushed the remote start button on my key fob. The car blew up. End of statement.”“Did you know him?”“I didn’t see him all that clearly, but I didn’t recognize him.”“Who would want to do that?”“The only one I can think of is Stephen Augustus Stapleton, the Third.”“I can see SAS the Turd hiring someone to kill you. That guy is wound a little too tight for as many screws as he has loose.”“Call the police chief and see if you.