She asked me why you come early, she was cooking and I helped her. After preparing lunch, she told me to fetch water from well to her bath .I was fetc...ing the water and than she carries the water, fill the tank near the kitchen side. She used take bath there ,after little time she start bathing, I sat near the kitchen door, she wear a towel to cover her breasts, and her thigh above her knee’s ,I was enjoying the scene And saw hard erection in my pant.While applying soap , she turn the other. We got the basics one that George said with the stipulation that children would be handled separately from this agreement.Great wedding; greater honeymoon. And five years pass.She wanted to wait till she was 30 for kids still two years away. The business is booming. Home life is good, well mostly good. The bad part is the harry rat my wife calls a dog. Princess by name, and if she raises kids like she is taking care of this dog, we would have some spoiled brats.The thing is constantly yapping. I needed no encouragement but let his fingers find my skull and guide me. Like the earlier fantasy, my mouth was only part of the journey.Standing, I stepped aside facing the wall, thumbed the waistbands of the elfin outerwear and my knickers, sliding both south to reveal my peach. More than enough invitation. The hunk rounded on me, grasped my upturned cheeks, squeezed them, aimed and sank inside. I was forced to the wall, my forearms stopping my face from being grazed, allowing me to push. .. electronically?" What?" Ellen furrowed."Like, you know," Elizabeth squinted her eyes. "It swaps files andstuff?" What? No," said Ellen. "It swaps real things." Files are real things!" Elizabeth countered, defensively."It doesn't swap files. It swaps people. Well, parts of people. Andother stuff, I guess? Mostly people though, I think." Like in photoshop?" No, like..." Ellen sighed in frustration. "Yes, like photoshop, butlike in real life. It's not a computer. I don't think. It's like....