They both had day-to-day struggles.Desi's face winced as Juan withdrew his finger from her vagina. Her orgasm was building against her own free will. ...hen Juan presented his finger to her lips, she sucked on it, tasting her juices and her husband's."You have a big finger," she whispered. "Bigger than my husband's penis." Are you kidding me? Wait until you see my cock then!" Juan, we need to talk," begged Desi. "My pussy is very tight, but I have learned to use my mouth to please men. I promise. She saw Bobby sitting in a chair. He had apparently turned aside for some reason. Her eyes searched for Paula, but she was gone.Then the others were there, and it was too hectic to do anything but respond to them. Eventually Bobby was there too. He was smiling, like the others. Nothing seemed to be wrong after all.She didn’t understand, but she relaxed anyway.With Suzie and supporters, there were twenty-five people, when they went out to eat. They basically took over a German restaurant in the. ..” she teased back. “But...?” I asked feeling my cock stiffen, thinking this was still a bit of dirty talk texting. She didn’t respond, I assumed she got busy at work, it’s hard for a nurse to find free time at work sometimes. About half an hour later my phone buzzed again. I glanced down and saw it was another text from my wife. “So we went to lunch.”“Yeah? How was it?”“The lunch was fine, burgers, the company was nice.”“That’s good.”“Now dessert, that was much better.”“What was dessert?” I. Oh, how apt this was! Verily, it was a sign! My mind raced with excitement as I rose and opened the window again. Quickly fetching a flint and taper, I lit a candelabrum and placed it upon my father’s desk. I took down the heavy volume of the Canticle of Menkeret from the shelf behind his chair and settled down. It was a beautiful ancient book; bound in rich, intricately tooled leather and braced with ornate brass. I turned each gold edged page in wonder and with reverence, trying to take in.