My husband has always wanted another fantasy after I had screwed around with Craig. With another young guy who is setting right here I am sure John wo...ld want me to do something. While these thoughts were going on she felt a hand go on her knee. She instantly got goose bumps his hand felt so soft. She placed her hand on top of his and he looked over and he smiled at her.She said, “I better go get some popcorn do you want anything?” Brandi was scared and all of her intentions were to leave.“Dave. I instead un holstered my second glock and reloaded the first‘’stupid alien bitches! Wait till they taste this’’ I walked down the hall to what looked like a door, I opened it and cursed my luck. There were 20 more squid fuckers in tho room they all saw me, one of them wrapped its tentacles around my glocks and ripped them away. My first thought was to throw a frag but they must have read my mind cause they unzipped the vest they were pinned tooI had a tentacle around each of my wrists and one. My real intention is to just see her in bra and panties. Not to fuck her. I gain some courage and told her)Me: Yes. I like to see you in bra and panties.She brought her panties and bras from the laundry and threw on me. I was excited but didn’t show off to her. I felt like my dream going to come thru. Suddenly she told me that my wife also must be in her underwear when she shows hers to me. I have no problem with it but the problem is my wife should agree with that. How my wife will allow me to. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater.