We become great friends, flirt constantly. She comes to me with her problems, and I comfort her. I move onto a new relationship for the next 2 years, ...nd when it ends, I decide i'm moving.To where she is.This should be fun, huh?I show up, call her up and tell her. She's excited, wants to meet me, and I want to meet her. I spend the entire day unloading a damned U-Haul, but when she finally shows up, my god, I just about explode. Text has nothing on the human form, buddies, so I suggest going. Over the door was a dream catcher with a pentagram and 6 skulls of dead rodents hanging underneath.“Hmmm, that’s strange…”, she muttered. Oddly intrigued, she entered the shop and heard the tell-tale chime of a doorbell hanging from the top. As she walked around, she could tell very quickly that this wasn’t your run of the mill magic shop. She didn’t see your typical magic potions or, so called blessed items from your typical phony street salesman. Instead she found a huge book shelf with old. It takes some time, but we get a compromise worked out. After returning from Barbie's room, the evening with Marta passes without sex of any sort. It's as if we both want to make sure that we don't push too hard. I pour my own nightcap and I spend most of the evening on the laptop. I receive a call at one AM from Oliver. He's whispering, trying to hide from Marianne the fact that he's having a conversation on the secret cell phone that I gave him. "I want nothing to do with this slave transfer. When he did so, his wife had her fingers on her clit, rubbing the cream oozing from her vagina on it. He’d never seen that before! When he removed the sleep mask, she had a look of bliss on her face and he reached down to kiss her. It was just going to be a little one, but she put a hand on the back of his head and it got deep and tongue filled.She opened her eyes and smiled, “My goodness! That was much better than usual! I sure enjoyed it, I want you to know, and I can see from your erection.