I was no match against his strength as he simultaneously pulled my legs apart and moved my whole body close to him. The muscles of his chest rippled a... I now noticed that he was shirtless. One of his hands clamped down on my neck, promptly putting and end to my feeble moans of protest. While his other hand slipped under my shirt and began to massage my breasts. Enough was enough, with all my might I pulled away and tried to push him off off me. Nothing happened, my weak body could provide. First a few seconds it was only a lip lock. After that, I left my lips open. Our tongue started playing with each other.We were giving each other gentle french kiss. Then during our kiss, he slowly put his one hand on my right boob and started massaging it. I broke the kiss and started removing his shirt. He removed my t-shirt. Then I started kissing his cheeks, eyes, nose, ears.I came down and started licking his neck, started kissing his hairy chest, kiss his both nipples. And then again we. The light ended. I blinked, kneeling before my wife. She was naked now. And there was something about her, something commanding, powerful. Her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with juices. Before, she was shaved, but now a thick, golden bush adorned her pussy, possessing the silky curls found on a statue of Slata. Her breasts leaked milk. Thick, white rivulets ran down her lush mounds.But her eyes. They were so different. No longer my wife's brilliant blue but a sharp violet.“Great Goddess. When Bannerman handed me a copy of the players’ tapes, he said, “Nobody stole any chips, so that’s a dead end.”Buster Fagin called me from Raytown a little before 3 in the morning. “I think I saw your guy.”Jin!“Where, honey?” I was instantly awake.“Walking by the pool hall.”I knew immediately where he meant. Raytown Rec on 63rd street. Been around longer than I have. No bar, no food, just pool. But they close early. Why is my freelancer out and about? Calling at this hour?Vanessa was wide.