just about every time I go to an exhibition or art show.”
Roger’s jaw dropped, as he looked at her incredulously and barked, “What the fuck, Lin…. Sitting on the bench near the front of the room, Roger watched as his wife, Claude and Darcy moved about the exhibits… He quietly closed the door behind him, then peeked around the stacked boxes to his right… uh… I didn’t realize how much I was looking forward to it.”
Claude laughed, and said, “Yeah… oh, yeah…. Roger thought he saw his wife giggle… and her heavy breasts banging into each other… already holding court… She opened her car door… while using his other hand to grab the shaft of his rigid prick and line it up between her slippery, wet pussy lips. smiled at Claude and mumbled, “There… gasping for air, and trying desperately to catch her breath.
