dry, he stepped back and readjusted his bikini, putting everything back in place as best he could. He quickly pulled up his pants, checked himself in the mirror and went to the door.

He looked down at me, still kneeling on the floor, disheveled and a little cum splattered. “Give me a minute” and he unlocked the door, returning to the sunshine, his kids and his life. But in that final look, before going out the door, we both knew he almost got what he really wanted.

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