Lucky for us, Dana and I were in much better than average physical condition, because our schedules were maddening. I was working twenty-four-hour shi...ts in the Fire Department. Dana was carrying a pretty good load in school, playing tournament golf, and every minute that we could be we were together. We went out to eat a lot, we worked out at the gym, and we fucked like a pair of rabbits. After about four months, Brooke hooked up with a new flame and decided to move in with him. I guess that. .. fuc..." I whimpered as the pain remained after he left.That's it. Destined husband or not, no chance in hell I'm going to marry him. Not now, not in a million years, not ever! That geas thing can go stuff itself. I'm NOT going to marry that bastard even if the world falls on me!Why was I even considering such nonsense in the first place?"What's wrong, bro? You seem pissed off," Little Tell asked as I walked into the living room."Nothing to do with you. So you're ready to go?" I said as I. What I am trying to say is that although the body is brought back to life, it does not possess a soul. My creations are perfectly functional and respond to stimuli and are truly alive. The one thing missing is that my creations do not seem to have a will of their own. In my own circumstance, the oddity of not having a will would suit my cause perfectly. It is my wife's strong will that is causing all my problems. It is now time for me to extinguish my Vulnavia’s life in her current form and. I was trying to work out who was in front and who was at the back, but didn’t care as they both were experts with their hands. It was as if they were co-ordinating as hands came up to my pussy, hands came round to my breasts. Together they hit their mark at the same time. My breasts were cupped, fingers squeezed my nipples, as hands launched into my pussy lips exploring the folds, seeking my clit. I nearly collapsed with pleasure, but held my stance, as ripples of sheer delight came over me..