Will stared at his wife of seven years, retracing the shapes and contours of her body that he’d come to know so well. He studied her long brown hair... the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip, and before he knew it, he was hard. ‘Seven years of marriage and she still turns me on,’ he thought to himself. Slowly, Will untangled his fingers from his wife’s hair and began to carefully crawl down the bed until he was between her legs. He gently pushed them apart and was rewarded with a. The only bright spot in this situation was that Susan looked just as uncomfortable as he felt. He took a sip of his tea and waited for someone to say something. As the silence drew on, he gave up, "So to what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"The old woman nodded at him, pleased at the directness with which he broached the subject. She answered, "The two of you came here to tell me that you are getting married."Susan nodded at her statement of the obvious. She said, "Yes, we told you that. One of them came over and looked at her. She did not like the way he was looking at her; obviously interested in her scantily clad body and not listening to her stammered explanations.However, she was relieved when he said, "I guess the Chief might want to take a look at your case!" and didn't really take in the tone of his voice.Her cage was moved away from the others and through a door into an office where a fat man sat behind a small desk. Even from several feet away Helen could see and. ' I blush, trying to ignore Missy nudging me. 'Thank you,' I say, grinning at him and adjusting my schoolbag strap. 'You look good too.' Missy looks at him, then me, and finally breaks- 'You guys are the crappiest flirts I have ever seen!' Nate and I both start to protest furiously. 'Stop! Stop.' Missy cries. ‘Both of you. Look at this.' She opens the broom cupboard she's been leaning against. Curious, Nate and I move into the cupboard. It's dark and shallow, with less than a meter between the.