It turns out she felt worst for me. Hey Pete, thanks for seeing me.” Opening her purse and taking out a card, she added, “Give me a call sometime.”
“Will do.” I was still wary, but just decided to sleep on it for now. But how long had they been meeting sexually? It turns out she felt worst for me. More than anything else, Cindy felt bad for everybody else. I loved watching my hand slide up and down, and my cock head popping into view then disappearing. I turned to see a woman approaching, who looked like… no was, my wife’s lover’s sister. Our conversation continued. “Pete, come on in. I stood up and leaned forward, pointing my cock at my breakfast plate. Coffee turned into lunch, and the topics rolled around. Here you go.”
Huh. “I got some forms drawn up for you to sign.
