I didn't know what to say to that. "Well, um, YOU are goingto spank Billy?" She turned and smiled, "I just told you that, honey!" "Does he know?... "I assume so! I'm sure Naomi told him. She gave me detailedinstructions. Of course we don't have their playroom but I toldher we would make do!" "You, you know about their basement?" "Of course, Naomi took me on a tour a couple weeks ago when Ihad to come pick you up during that rainstorm!" This was too muchto take in so I numbly. It was in code, but not a tough one to work out. The writer had worked for a crime boss with Nazi connections. He made himself a secret room under a ruined windmill where he stashed a bunch of paintings they’d stolen that he stole off them. Big name stuff. Lost Da Vinci’s and Van Gogh’s. Then the Nazis found out about this and paid the guy that wrote the diary to kill his boss, which he had, cheerfully. The war ended and the guy went to America for a fresh start. He wrote his diary in the late. My wife peeled off her bathing suit, eyes fixed on me now gloriously naked. I started to throb. Lisa was leaning back on the desk approvingly as my naked wife climbed next to me on the bed. Kathy gently pushed my chest down so my head lay on the pillow. She grasped the headboard and swung a leg over my chest. There she was, so bare, so smooth, straddling my face so close to me. I could feel her warmth and see wetness coming from within her. Her knees were on either side of my shoulders and I. My step daughter looked at her, looked at me, had a dirty smile on her face, and said the words that shocked us both:"I want to watch."I stood there, staring at her. Kristina looked at me, and then looked at my step daughter, and said, "You WHAT?"My step daughter laughed, and said, "I wanna watch. I mean, you're already doing stuff. I've never done it. But I wanna see what it's like. I've just seen porn. But like, this is real life."I just looked at Kristina, who was kind of scared and.