" You and I know that Fred, she doesn't."Bess spent three days crying and begging me for forgiveness and I must have told her fifty times that I did. ...ventually she accepted my assertions that I forgave her and that I wanted to forget that it ever happened. I couldn't of course, there was no way I could ever forget that my wife had been gangbanged, but I had to try and convince her that I had. I was affectionate and loving and I tried to show that nothing had changed between us, but things. The fantasies were so real too! I could see them in perfect detail every time I closed my eyes. Their long, soothing purple colored tentacles, always glistening with slickness, bobbing and swaying and stroking at me so lovingly. There was nothing about the fantasy that scared me, in fact, it was such a turn on that I'd be forced to change panties at least twice a day just from thinking about it. These creatures, whatever they were my imagination had seemingly come up with, were perfect and. "Someone has to." "Mind if I tag along for awhile?" He asked sheepishly. "I could use a friend, and maybe I can help." Willow hesitated, but what the hell? Maybe he could be useful. He did have a lot of energy for a spirit, and she could already think of one use for him. "One condition," she told him seriously. "My sister won't be able to see or hear you unless you spend the energy to manifest, but if you agree to help us in any way you can, you can tag along." "Are you serious?" He perked up. I notice your breasts are heaving and your voice is getting hoarse as you stroke my shaft. I also notice that your legs are slightly apart and can see a small damp patch growing in your panties as you lean over me. I slide my fingers between your legs and you offer no resistance as I run my fingers over the damp patch and even manage to slide the tip of one into your tight wet pussy."Ooh you are a naughty boy" you whisper as you take my cock into your mouth. My fingers are now stroking your.