‘I don’t believe this,’ Abigail huffed shaking her head. Angelo pulled out his phone and began tapping on the screen. Frowning, Abigail made her...way down to them again. Angelo looked at her when she was close enough and said, ‘he says to check the armoire.’ Abigail frowned at them, ignoring the irritation she felt that he answered their texts and not hers. ‘Okay. Where are you guys off to? Are you leaving me alone here? Is Gabe coming to join me? Where is he?’ Ariel and Angelo shared a secret. She loved it. She dumped her idiot husband and had moved to San Francisco about a year ago, where she married an owner of a brokerage firm. She made a "shopping" trip to LA about four times a year now. She would stay in a very expensive hotel and I would join her and we would spend the weekend in bed. At 38 she had not slowed down a bit. Actually we had become better lovers, more attuned to each other's bodies and not afraid to experiment. As a wedding gift she had given me $25,000 in stock to. Eyes served him no purpose now: he could feel her hands on his legs and hips, and he enjoined his mind to full participation in any cruel, sweet wickedness she might choose to visit upon him. He could not have imagined what would prove to come next... Her kneeling position placed her at eye level with the full unharnessed evidence of his deep want for her. She looked up once more, and confirmed that he was not watching what she was about to do. Her fingers rose up onto their tips and. I was flying on cloud nine. With each successful job I flew a little higher. By the time I walked in the door that night my face was cramped from the grin that was plastered to it. Plus I still had tonight to look forward too. Tonight was going to be a good night. I showered, shaved, and just freshened myself up. I put on some clean clothes and a spray of cologne and even popped a breath mint. It wasn’t at all necessary, but I felt better. I finished with about ten minutes to spare, poured.
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