It talked about how hard they would make my wife cum and that she would never forget this night. It went on and on about making my wife cum so hard. T...e response was about a paragraph in length.My eyes exploded as I read the last sentence. It said, “I am a woman by the way, and I can fuck your wife as good as any man could!” She then signed it Angela.My original thought was wow! I had never been approached by a woman before about sharing my wife. My wife and I had explored with a few other men. She unfastened it, gave the owl a little tit bit and watched it fly off. The envelope carried the seal of the minister for magic whom she had seen almost a week ago. She slit it open and read its contents.Dear Luna,I have seen the Muggle prime minister and after consultation with him we have agreed a course of action. Knowing the reluctance of police officers to give any information about a case unless they wish to do so for their own ends, the prime minister decided that a press card would not. Please try to relax. I'm not angry with you. Really I'm not. Come here. Come back with me to the bed." I stood there panting with anxiety and still feeling very afraid. I wondered whether to run, cry, or try to apologize for my wrongdoing. While I was lost in my pondering reflection, Bev actually smiled at me. With that, she led me back to the bedroom. She sat me on the bed and sat beside me, still holding my hand. I tried to blurt out an apology, but I could only stammer. Bev now. The burning in my chest felt like I had swallowed fire, every muscle ached from the fall, my glasses had fallen off and without setting up I blindly reached around for them. They were just next to me, so I picked them up, gave them a light cleaning and with a loud groan of pain pushed myself up so that I was setting up. All I could do was gasp for not ten feet in front of me was some sort of twisted black stone statue of a nude woman, the mist seemed to pour from the base of the statue as well.