In the darkness I heard some kissing and soft moans.I peeked around the corner. I saw Anita sprawled out on the main sofa with her date’s face burie... between her thighs. My sweet wife’s pale legs were propped up over that black guy’s muscular shoulders. There was just enough light to see him darting three fingers in and out of Anita's dripping wet snatch while he masterfully pulled and tugged on her engorged clit with his tongue and lips.My loving wife was squirming and bucking and trying to. I am Rodrigo de Toledo, at your service’, he said in Greek. ‘Oh, you speak our language’, Simona exclaimed. ‘Be welcome, foreigner. Awana’s friend is our friend.’ As they began to move again, Artemisia gave a good glance at Mkomo’s collar. She was somewhat rounder than Simona, a bit less tall, and her blonde hair was tied in a sort of ponytail, leaving bare her small ears and lovely neck. Her skirt and top were like Simona’s, and Rodrigo noticed that she had one of the finest pair of legs had. I don't want to be sued under anon-disclosure agreement that I may or may not have signed. This storymay be a work of fiction and may not have happened to me since I mightfind myself open to a corporate lawsuit if I was telling the truth. Nowwith the legalese out of the way, I will continue with my story.I think it started with a gift in the mail. Someone had sent me a free"23 and Me" genetic testing kit, and when I asked my family and friendsabout it, no one said they had sent it to me. I. She gave him a look. She swallowed. He noticed.“Yes,” she said.“Abigail?” he said.“Actually a couple of buts, as you say,” she said.“Okay,” he said. “What are they?”“There may be a way to fix his face. When he was in Germany, there were rumors or something that there was a doctor who could work miracles of reconstruction of faces disfigured by war,” she said.“Okay, but you say rumors. So... ?” he said.“Yes, apparently some of the soldiers that were in the hospital at the time with him had heard.