Then we setup her kitchen. Finally, the only things left were a rather large painting and a huge mirror. The painting went up in the dining area wit... no trouble. The heavy mirror was another matter. It needed an anchor, which Teresa didn't have. I recalled a few in our toolbox and was gone in a flash. When I returned there was incense and soft music playing. Teresa was dancing, swaying with the music. All I could do was watch.Eventually Teresa noticed that I had returned and giggled to. Belldonn’s hands were on my shoulders and he was fucking me hard making me scream. "Room for one more?" My husband asked as he came into the shower.“Mmmmm yes “I moaned out and Belldonn just nodded. My husband came in and leaned down and kissed me forcefully and then stood up and slid his cock across my lips. "She’s a good little slut isn’t she" My husband said as he opened my mouth with his big hands... Sliding his cock into my mouth. "Mmmmm yes and so tight " Belldonn answered watching my. .. ah, I shall keep the end for the ending. Before that, there is still much to tell. Before that, there was a no."Can you spend a night with me?" I asked her once."A night?" Yes, a night." No," she answered. That 'no' made me sad, like a little child that asks their parents if he can ride the carousel.But so much happened before I asked her that question. I can't keep my focus. Athena told me once that I was a lousy storyteller."Don't take this wrong," she said, her hands doing something to. This time I had a more devious approach to hiding the magazines. I would never hide them for very long in the same place and my wife never found them ever again. One day I was searching for another secure place to hide those magazines when I found a small green travel bag at the bottom of the linen closet. Oddly enough, it was obscured by some old linen bed sheets. I had never seen that bag before, so I curiously pulled it out and opened it.Much to my dismay, packed in the inside pocket of the.