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I stayed outside at the veranda, enjoying a light breeze and sipping a glass of red wine. After ten minutes the door opened again and I asked over my shoulder: “Back so soon, darling?”. But it was Carla’s sexy voice which answered: “It’s me, babe, your sweetie wife is busy now with my hubby…”She sat down by my side and I looked at her inquiring her meaning…Her look was a little bit dazed after so many drinks she had taken; but still good Carla looked sexy, beautiful, hot and irresistible as ever had been.I had fucked her several times, supported by my own Ana; she was bisexual as my wife was. But now Carla smiled in amusement:“What, Victor…you had never find out your slut wife is fucking my hubby…?”Now she started to laugh, as I not believed what she was telling me. “Oh yes, my loving Mark is butt fucking her right now…” She hissed…“Relax, big guy, just fuck me like always you have fucked me before” Carla whispered purring like a kitten.Before I could say anything, her delicate hands. The robe was parted to show her left leg all the way up to her thigh, and her nipples were visible under the thin nylon fabric of the robe. She poured a cup of coffee for me and said, "Okay mister, start talking."I decided to get right to the point, so I said, "Yes, Gloria, you were tampered with last night, and I did it." She laughed and said with a cynical tone, "Really..I would have never guessed that." I began by describing how I found her fast asleep from her medications, and began giving her a step-by-step recount of how I touched her and played with her body. I couldn't help noticing her large nipples had become erect under her thin robe as I spoke, and felt my penis doing the same. "How did my mouth feel to you?", she asked. I told her it was hot and wet, and she asked if I had cum into it, to which I replied I had not. When I told her about licking her kitty, she became noticeably aroused, and crosssed and recrosssed her legs. As she drank from her coffee cup, I noticed a.
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There must, I thought, be a solution… and now I had finally found one. We continued walking our normal route, chatting away as if all was normal, all be it with a few more glances towards my crotch from her, until we finally came to a section of our journey that took us through a small, secluded park. The park contained only one bench, was surrounded and completely interlaced by bushes and trees, and, most importantly, was utterly deserted. Eventually, five meters from the bench, I made my move. ‘Hang one’, I called, as I bent down to tie a shoelace I had deliberately trodden on to undo, ‘give me a moment’. She stopped, turned, and smiled. That smile was all the motivation I needed. It was time to use my newly acquired tools. I stood up, quickly, reducing the distance from I to her to about half a meter. I brought up my hand and pressed a small patch, about the size of a band aid to her wrist. For a second she looked merely confused but the chemical in the patch was taking it’s.

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