As usual my son slipped in first and ran to play in the yard, he had some toys there. Jessica walked in second, and I followed her. Her ass looked ver... firm and juicy, if you know what I mean. I couldn't move my eyes from her. We walked into a room where we would do the accounting. There was a square table and two chairs as well as shelves with things on the wall. She sat half way across, and I sat near her on another chair.We closed the door because my son was very nosy and would always run. ”Will you do this again?“I hope so. I know my husband isn’t impressed – but he’ll come around to the idea when I tell him how much I enjoyed it.”Any final words?“Only that I don’t regret a thing – and I recommend this to anyone who’s watching. It’s amazing.”Later. We watch a fully dressed Layla leaving the house and heading back to her car, waving goodbye.A caption appears on screen to bring us up to date on Layla:After recording the show Layla told her husband everything and he agreed to. When my wife and friend broke their embrace, her nipples were hard and you could see his semi easily through his sweat pants, he obviously did not have any underwear on. He saw me looking and apologized. He said that he and his wife had cooked the beans and had plans similar to ours, a quite night, lima beans, and then some good sex. She for got the Texas Toast at the grocery and that started an argument. He said he had taken Viagra to make sure he performed well. That was why his dick was. I did lead him to the radio room so he could contact someone to let them know where they were and what had happened.While he was on the radio, I phoned Dieter, explaining the situation. When Alejandro could travel, I wanted to ferry him to New Orleans, put him aboard my Citation X, and fly him to Havana. Dieter called back twenty minutes later. “The State Department has approved both flights pending approval from Havana,” he said.I found Alejandro’s bodyguard and told him that I had permission.