Holiday season passed and the kids returned, bringing us partly back to old routines, but a boundary had been passed and could never be forgotten. One...Monday night in August, after a very erotic couple of hours in the conjugal bed, Helen was lying very relaxed on her back, hands under her head and her beautiful body spread out for the benefit of my eyes."You said once, that you would like me to take Alfred alone and teach him something. Did you really mean that?"A very erotic shiver ran through. She got closer. One of hubby’s fingers in her pussy, searching and finding that sweet g-spot. Les circled it from just far enough away for her to feel it. She humped up and he gave her more pleasure. Then he moved it away, circling her cunt opening. Then he massaged her clit with the same distant circling motion, getting ever so closer. Finally, he hit both g-spot and clit simultaneously.She couldn’t hold back; she let herself go. Somewhere in her psyche, she reassured herself, “Surely, I can. Then there was the third-floor space accessed by swinging saloon doors.Charli, who's been naming the rooms and pointing-out certain features, issilent here. She puts a finger to her lips while raising her eyebrowsvery high, like a caricature of can you keep a secret. All the massiveTVs with the sound off are the only thing lighting the room, and they'reall showing transgendered girls getting fucked by men!Before leaving me, Charlotte nuzzles my ear while whispering last wordsof encouragement,. The city slowed to the speed of a small town; the occasional dog owner or a car going down the road. As the sun starts to set, a man leans against the frame of the porch door watching the night take over the day.Lost in thought, he stands oblivious to the growing storm while the thunder gets louder than before and lightning begins to flash. The wind picks up, and the pace of the city dies down to a halt. The chill of the night and stormy winds chip away at the man causing him to retreat into.