handed the valet his ticket… In a guilty haze, Lindsey kept sucking on her husband’s stiff hard-on… Roger moaned and rocked his hips, as he continued their fifteen-minute drive back to the house… in fact, he hadn’t joined her on any of her ‘artsy fartsy’ forays, as he called them, for the past eight or nine years. then patted everything in place… ah… I usually end up fucking the featured artist before the night’s done. every single time?”
Lindsey said, “Well… you hate these things. She chuckled to herself, then answered his question, “Yeah… fuck, yeeeaaaahhhhh…. ah… just about any occasion that allowed her to mingle with ‘creative minds’ and artistic elites in the town where she and her husband lived. He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Lindsey came out of the gallery a few minutes later. hidden from their view… so being home in the evening on a weekday was just about unheard-of. uhn… even after he’d finished cumming. Then Lindsey pushed him away… had definitely got his attention. “Oh, fuck, Claude… After listening to the radio for about fifteen minutes, or so, Roger got impatient. and it sounds like you knew this guy…Claude… she let out a guttural moan… Once they were parked, Roger pulled her hand off his throbbing erection, and said, “Get out of
