. I spilt my drink on myself and took them off as we got home and put them in the washer” I said with a hopeful look on my face, Sasha seemed to lig...ten up as she saw my shorts on the floor by her feet.She bent down to pick them up, “Oh, I see” she said, “And these are your spare shorts?” she asked looking at me still covering my junk, “Yes” I said hoping that she bought my story, she looked deep in thought. “Hmm” she sighed holding them out knowing that I will have to drop my guard in order to. When my wife first introduced her I found out her name is Melissa. I noticed right away she was very fit. She even seemed a bit sexier than my wife but I thought, “I’m a faithful husband,” I thought to myself and kept my distance.Little-by-little the days went buy and our boudoir adventures got less and less adventurous. My once enjoyable partner starting making me unenthused and what was supposed to be bedtime fun was now a tedious chore. I started thinking about her girlfriend all the. I turned around and slid down the zipper. The bulge was now in plain sight, not suspecting it would receive the much needed attention it deserved. A slow lick along the bottom of the shaft starting near the base ran over his length would be enough. I did so and my lips enclosed around the head, my warm mouth moving down the shaft. I didn’t stop until most of his length was in my mouth and into my throat. Easing my head back, the cock slid partially out of the warmth wet mouth. I got back to. ‘And no drinking! That’s important.’ Rod walked out of the back door of the courthouse and got into his pickup truck. ‘Where the fuck am I going to go?’ he wondered. Then a cold smile formed on his face. ‘Wanda!’ he said out loud. He fired up his truck and pulled out of the courthouse parking lot, headed for Wanda Dawes’ house. On the way, he drove by the house where he and his family lived and got a gun he had taken off a drug dealer he busted and stashed away to use as a throwaway he could.