When the story is complete, I sometimes play it out with my husband, making it a reality. But as it unfolds, he adds his own sub-plot, changing my tal... to suit his desires.Then, I write about it and share it with you...He sat in the living room, on a Saturday evening. It was dark and cold outside and we had nothing planned. As I finished reading the paper, I remembered a phone call from earlier in the day - one that had reminded me of how special he is, that guy sitting in the living. I tried to turn around a wriggle out, but lost my balance, slipped and fell down. And then guys started falling all over me to stop any further attempts to escape. I could feel my tee shirt had gone up till my breasts and my abdomen was bare and guys lying all over me. Since I was close to the mid line, I stretched my hand out desperately and somehow managed to touch the line. when I was declared safe, they slowly started getting up. After they all got up, they got a nice feast of me lying down. ” “I’ll be right back,” Robbie said, heading for the door. “Don’t kill her yet. I want to watch.” Marco didn’t respond. He was too busy enjoying himself. He wondered how he had gone nearly forty years without experiencing such a distinctive pleasure. Simply knowing that he was about to murder the girl exponentially increased the pleasure of fucking her. She couldn’t see him reaching for her, so she was surprised when his hands wrapped around her throat from behind. She started to. He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside to the pool. As I jumped in, he stripped down to nothing but his form-fitting underwear. I came up before he jumped in and got a nice glimpse of his big bulge.We splashed and laughed, playing with each other for hours. Once out of the pool, we dried each other off, giving me another chance to admire his new masculine form. It also gave me a chance to show off my nimble, curvy figure.Occasionally, I caught him exploring my body. There were certain parts.