“Weren’t you going to the airport? Fuck, I drank her in, sliding my tongue over her clit and into her pussy best I could. XXNX I’m guessing that she was not to comfortable with having dinner, alone with me tonight at least. Instead, I saw the image of my wife, more than 20 yeas ago riding my cock. Then, after my shower, I walked in here to see you fucking Trissa. She gobbled my cock up. You are both grown women, and…” I paused, “ya, we don’t need to dwell on this.” With that, I grabbed my bike helmet. Actually, the tight jean microskirt she was wearing once belonged to her mom. So, I was on my bed, absent-mindedly massaging the remnants of my errection, which still buldged in my pants. The girls were going for it, and the closed door muffled the most of it.
