I guess it was so we could enjoy televison and when I looked at him, he wasn't missing any of the action I was doing on seducing his wife.One night it...was getting late, so I knew if I was to keep my wife from not being pissed at me, I would have to go home. I said that I was going to leave and put my arms around Maggie to give her a kiss like I always did. Only this time her mouth opened up and her tongue came into my mouth, and down my throat. Oh, what a hot kiss she gave me. It was all I. Another and another and I am on fire. A visible wetness now forming in my crotch and I don’t care. The woman’s voice brings me back to reality. ‘Now take off your shoes, pull down your pants and step out of them. Return your hands to the counter palm down and spread your legs slightly further. As he strikes your bare ass I want you to take your right hand and play with yourself. Rub that cunt until you cum. Show us what a wanton whore you really are!’ I could kiss this unknown bitch. ‘Yes. ..,' and here he dropped his voice down to almost a whisper, 'er um our sex life.' There, he,d said it now, now it was out in the open. Charlotte took hold of her husband,s hand, 'Right, now that we know what we are talking about,we can discuss the situation here and now.' She was begining to feel a little excited; was her husband intimating an open, more satisfying marriage, was he going to allow his wife a little more sexual freedom. She had to admit to herself, their three years of marriage. Amid the cheers, cameras began to flash, and someone shouted: "Don't just call the cops; call the press!" Understandably, this all went straight to poor Bravehunt's head. Proud and erect (in more ways than one), he planted his forepaws firmly on the bosom of his weeping catch. (This would be his pose on the front page of the New Gotham Times the very next day.) He felt at that moment that he could do anything, capture anyone. He let the landfay have a good hard cry. When the sobs had died down.