“It’s really cute.”“CUTE” was not what I was going for, but I used all of my courage and smiled. I then spoke.“Officer Nightstick” I sai..., as I felt my face blush.“Thanks for the compliment, Man” he said to me and then turned to my wife. “Your wife speaks very fondly of you too.”‘Fondly?’ I thought to myself. ‘Well, at least my name came up!’“Thanks for inviting me over for Brunch” he said, now looking at my wife, “But I could really use a shower, if you don’t mind.”“Not at all” my wife. She's only barely a woman, and appears to be classically a princess visage; blond hair, wavy and long. Pale, fair, and soft skin, though by now broken in by its first hardships, and blue eyes, as weary as her slowed movements. She's hardly moved the hood of her face, so anything specific has been obscured, let alone disrobing the cloak entirely. She seems sincerely concerned about her own safety, and no doubt is mourning her family. In long run, that caution is going to help.Another night has. Sky suddenly changed and as she reach over, groping for my cock, I couldn’t believe it. She took hold of my cock through my boxers, and immediately started to squeeze and rub it. It felt good, however when the head of my cock suddenly peeked out of the flap, she looked up at me, unsure of what to do. I quickly reached down and after tucking it back in, I gave her a kiss, trying to calm her a little. As we knelt there, she still seemed worried but as we continued to look at each other, I. Jim then turned his attention back to me. I noticed he still held the belt in his hand."Honey, you have one hot body!" he said, lust written all over his face. I suppose that seeing me hanging from the chain dressed in garter belt and stockings, my tiny bikini panties around my ankles and a shelf bra that seemed to offer my breasts to him turned him on. He walked closer and ran his hands over my skin, slowly stroking my curves."Sweetie pie," he whispered into my ear, "we can do this the easy.