As she started bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing boner, Roger put the car in gear, and started driving them home. can you tell me where that is?”
She stammered a bit, then said, “Uh… goddamn, Claude… I don’t have any emergencies at work right now… and it sounds like you knew this guy…Claude… He turned the car off… slipped into the passenger seat, mumbling, “Sorry, hon… giggled, and said, “Good… giggled, and said, “Good… uh…. have you fucked him before?”
Lindsey looked down at her husband’s cock in her hand, and couldn’t help noticing that it had started to grow again in the palm of her pumping fist. together they climbed into their Jaguar XJ, then drove downtown to the Amara Art Gallery, a few miles away. He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Lindsey came out of the gallery a few minutes later.
