Can't we spend Wednesday together? I miss your big prick so much. Can I come to your house; I love it when you fuck me in front of those big windows i... front of the lake."I heard a soft gasp from Sam, who realized Jill was talking about her bed, a bed she had clearly already visited. "Sure honey," I finished, "I'll see you Wednesday at noon, make sure you're well rested, I'm feeling very horny."Later I listened to the two as they discussed the call, Sam more upset that a hooker had been. She turned away from him and laughed into her hand for a moment before meeting his gaze again to say, "Oh wow." You taste so good," he said. "Was that okay?" Okay?" she asked, and closed her eyes again. A shiver rippled through her and she continued. "Ohh, that was intense. I haven't come like that in a while."He could only look down at her wearing a silly grin.Denise slapped a hand on her leg and chuckled as it began to quiver again. "When I come that hard, it doesn't want to stop. It's like. It seems that she was scheduling a meeting the next Saturday night in a hotel near their home. I was furious but also a bit curious, so I quickly decided to 'play it cool' and see how she would plan to get away for the evening with out me.Later that evening, after dinner, we cleaned the dishes, watched some TV and then went to bed. The next day was a normal workday and that evening went the same... that is until she "surprised" me by casually mention the approaching weekend."Hey Honey?" she. ‘Is it real?’ the Chief asked in anxiety. He shook a tremulous hand towards a life-size model of a mammoth whose fur was made from reeds and grass and which sported real tusks on either side of a straw trunk. ‘These people are magicians!’ exclaimed Pine Marten with wonder at the painted murals of hunters pursuing horse and elk. ‘Now you see why they’re called Cave Painters by the southern tribes,’ said Glade. She was pleased to see familiar signs of Cave Painter culture and was sure now that.