And she squirted. She'd never done that before. I had to admit that I was jealous. Not because of the sex. Surprisingly enough, I really wasn't bother...d at all that my wife had sex with another man. No, it wasn't the sex at all. It was her reaction. Naomi had never let herself go with me, the way she had with Marcus. I mean, she swallowed his cum. Then kissed me. Who the fuck does that. It was revolting and something I never would have agreed to, but she was so passionate when she kissed me. I. Propped up against the door lounged an unreadable Jake, long, jean-clad legs crossed at scuffed cowboy boots and all. He raised his brows mockingly, ‘Knock, Knock.’ Moaning internally, Daisy wanted to sink through the floor. She knew that Jake would misinterpret what he had walked upon. Time for damage control. ‘Jake, I was just telling Derrick about the engagement.’ Disentangling herself from Derrick’s embrace, Daisy walked over to the unpredictable cowboy, holding out her hand like one would. ‘I mean it, Get lost!’ ‘So what do think Gohan? Nice isn’t it to have the city at your feet.’ A voice suddenly asked, waking the teen from his thoughts. Deep in the recesses of his memory, he hadn’t noticed the presence entering the office and had been blind to them until they took a place beside him. ‘Yes…’ He whispered, before turning to his dad’s friend. ‘You’ve certainly made a name for yourself this time Yamcha.’ The bandit smiled joyfully at his remark and clapped him on the back. It had. Maybe she will try spreading her wings again.”“From what she told me,” he risked, “having the responsibility of running everything overwhelmed her.”“Right. And she doesn’t have to be in charge with you. You should encourage her to try making contacts again. Being a guest choreographer.”“Me encourage her?”“She admires you.”“It’s mutual. Okay. But I’d hate to disappoint her.”“True. I guess there might not be so many who remember her.”“I don’t know much about choreography or the dance scene, but.