I want you to be a friend …”I was floored. When she had asked to extend the slut relationship to include her over me, it seemed a natural thing f...r a wife to request. She could reinforce her primary position with her husband. I had no romantic designs or feeling for him. I would be his slut but that was all, it was just sex. A wife’s wish to exhibit control seemed rational, even proper. But, this … not only was she fully accepting and comfortable with my relationship with her husband, but. In one step, Damien is in front of me. Starting at my shoulders, his hands run down my arms. Holding my wrists, I arch into him with my face tilted towards his. A breath together and it’s the kiss we’ve been waiting for is as fierce as I expected it to be. Our tongues touch and I press my breasts and hips against him. We are up against the door and I want to feel every inch of him against me. His reaches to turn the lock. We can hear the kitchen’s flurry of activity and, in total silence, I. "We need to take care of making the arrangements for Mom and Dad's funeral, but we also need to be really careful," James told her as they headed back to town. James knew the people that had killed their parents would be watching the funeral home. He also knew if he and Jackie didn't take care of the arrangements, they would never forgive themselves. Driving into town, James saw a helicopter coming from the east. He didn't pay much attention to it until he saw it slow, and then hover above. It is just getting light, the lagoon surface is quiet and calm. The birds are making their morning calls and songs. I look around for Gongon and Landda and see them sleeping together at the entrance to the hut where their young are sleeping.I walk to the edge of the lagoon water and look out over the surface, then survey the area and up the cliffs. All seems as it should be. I walk out into the water and dive in and swim out to the middle. These morning swims have turned into a the****utic.