”Yeah perhaps if you’ve been a priestess all your life the goddess will care about you enough to feel bad that she has hurt you. I doubt that is w...y she is sulking. Still, for whatever reason, the priestess’s words pull her out of her sulk and her glow fills me. The priestess is right; this is like nothing else.It’s after dinner. The three of us are in a tent and the guards are outside finishing setting up camp.The princess and I have been at it. I’m idly stroking her thinking about whether we. God damns you to hell for leaving me responsible for them and their contents! How could you? Why would you? What did I ever do to deserve this? I was a good wife, a loving and caring wife. I followed your lead and I supported you. I kept your house and bore your children.No matter how I shift my head on the pillow in my neatly arranged bedroom, I cannot avoid seeing them peeking out around the edges of the doors on each side of the open closet. I silently curse, once again, as I fling my glass,. I wanted to pull her back and hold her. She just stood there. I expected her to walk to the bedroom but my red flannel shirt slowly dropped from her shoulders to her mid back. She turned to face me, her beautiful breasts on display. “Make love to me, Terry, please,” she whispered as she dropped the shirt to the floor.A vision of pure beauty. She stood there naked and defenseless. I stood, my hard throbbing cock straining at my pants. We kissed. Such a soulful kiss. I was drowning in the. I was just vaguely aware of the movement of Pat and Rick as I started to come and then felt Trish come, warm pussy juice wetting my fingers and warming my balls. As our orgasms waned, I was more aware of the other two, recognizing that all the panting and moaning hadn’t been from just Trish and me. As we all stilled, just gasping, I drew my hand up and discovered that the girls now had their arms around each other and reached over and also put my arm around Pat. I felt Rick’s hand draw Trish’s.