I'm out of town on business to the Windy City. Damn the wind off the Lake. It gets between the buildings and just seems to take on a life of it's own, turning my cheeks to a frozen granite.
Last night, Jane told me she was going to hook up with Anne and Sam this weekend for a little play action. I can imagine the three of them, playing at it in my bed while I'm here. They're in my bed. Sam is on his back with Anne straddling him, his cock buried in her, while Anne straddles his face, Sam's tongue licking her wetness.
And, damn, I'm going to miss it...
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