Hercule Poirot would have had no trouble figuring it out.Louis came out of the kitchen in an apron."Louis made the rice," said Sunny."Hence the apron,... said Louis.Sandy laughed. "Dad's not exactly at home in the kitchen. Sam says -" You can lead a horse to water, but you can't teach him to cook," said Louis, in a tone that indicated he had heard it way more times than it took for it to stop being funny.But he took it in good humor."Sam says I have to wear the apron. It gets you into the spirit.. He was home now; he was pulling into his driveway; he was delivering his wife and her lover to the marital home.Half an hour later he got his release. After taking Joe’s suitcase up to Claire’s bedroom and having coffee he went up stairs with them both. Joe wanted a shower before going to bed to sleep off his jet lag and while he took it Claire undressed and slipped into a white negligee. “No need for the panties,” she commented after telling him that she was going to have a rest as well.As she. Thanks,” he said. “That was great, memorable, worth every penny.”“Don’t forget some chalk on your jacket. Did you win at snooker?”He laughed. “The mood I’m in, I’d better say yes.”“Who was the guy you beat?”“Complete stranger, a guy I’ve never met before. He was tough, insisted on the best of seven. Took a while. How am I doing?”“Good,” she said. “Shower and go.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Diane looked at the time when he’d gone. Damn, she thought, I should have called Barry, but there were no texts or. The job keeps me busy, but at least it brings me to Las Vegas a couple of times a month. And, no yours was the last ass I coveted.Holly smiled, then turned around and bent over at the waist. She looked back between her legs at Art, then spread her ass cheeks wide open, so that Art had a good look at her brown asshole. She flexed her ass muscles, so that her third eye winked at him.“Come for me Baby, I have been bad! She said as she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, and then pressed her.