I should just be a few minutes.”
Roger said, “Okay.” He pointed to an empty space a few feet away, and added, “I’ll wait for you over there”, and pulled his car into the nearby parking spot to wait. and it sounds like you knew this guy…Claude… As soon as he entered the building, he saw Darcy chatting with someone just inside the entrance. while using his other hand to grab the shaft of his rigid prick and line it up between her slippery, wet pussy lips. Once their breathing had settled down, Roger leaned forward… already holding court… Roger seemed to be outside himself, as he growled and swore… fuck, yeeeaaaahhhhh…. until his wife and Claude strolled back into view. Roger was smitten, and ended up asking her out by the end of the evening. yeeeeaaaahhhhh… and that it occasionally slipped down to surreptitiously fondle her ass cheeks through the sleek, contoured dress she was wearing, as they maneuvered through the sea of art-lovers.