His wife, Mary, nodded in agreement. “And I’m hers.”That seemed to be the general agreement among the group.“Don’t you get jealous?”“No,...�� came in as a chorus.“Sex is sex and love is love. We play together but love our spouses.”“Why can you not love the one you are having sex with?” I asked. “You are all friends here. Don’t you love your friends?”“Of course, I love my friend, James,” said William. “But I am not in love with his wife, Sarah.”“You better not, buddy,” responded James.“Why not? Are. She had to admit, gazing down at herself, there had to be a good 30 pounds of meat on each of her thighs, it was obvious what was going to happen but she still tried pleading with the animal: “Please don’t eat me, don’t you remember how many times I’ve fed and cared for you, I’m your friend.” Beth shouted. Her words fell onto deaf ears however, as the tiger continued his advance towards her. From the tigers point of view, Beth was simply a nice juicy 130 pound piece of meat ready to be eaten,. Oscar had his nose buried in the bags on the front seat of my car scrabbling for the meat he could smell, so I dug out a bone and gave it to him.“He’s a cracker isn’t he?” Laura said as we watched him disappear down the garden with his prize.“He’ll bury it then come back for another one,” I said.“Right have you two eaten?”“No, you said you’d do us dinner,” mum said.“And my word is my bond ladies, we’re eating al fresco today.”‘‘On the new barbecue?”“Yep, T-bone steaks.”“Oh wow, I’ve not had a. Meanwhile, life in our house was progressing like nothing was going on. Robbie turned 7. Suzie turned 10. Our family would go to soccer matches or get out on our bikes. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Only Suzie knew there was something different. Well, my wife and I noticed our daughter acting differently, but we wrote it off to pre-teen changes. Little did we know that Suzie would come up and give me a hand-job almost every Saturday before she would wake me up.One Saturday, though, things.