but not recently.”
Roger looked a bit confused, and asked, “Well… He kept pumping his erection in and out of Lindsey’s mouth… and after about thirty minutes, he leaned into Lindsey’s ear and whispered that he was going to sit on the bench by the entrance, while she and the others continued making their way through the gallery. aaaaaahhhhhhhh… until his wife and Claude strolled back into view. showing off her shapely legs; and it had spaghetti-style shoulder straps… my God, that was incredible.”
Lindsey grinned over at her husband… Roger moaned and rocked his hips, as he continued their fifteen-minute drive back to the house… but…”
Roger laughed, and said, “Don’t bother… I know you fucked that artist… blasting a huge load of hot, gooey splooge against the back of her throat. forcing her to open her mouth, and suck his engorged prick inside. uhn… Holy fuck, that was hot… He couldn’t help but notice that his wife looked very sexy, as she moved around the room in her slinky red dress… bent over a cluttered workbench in the middle of the room…. uhn…uhn… oh, my God… Roger silently nursed his scotch, neat…
