"Ourssss." John nodded. "Are you fertile?" My wife nodded, her eyes glazed over. "Yes...yes I am," she said urgently. "I always tell you when I am." J...hn smiled. "Your husband hasn't cum in you, has he?"Maggie shook her head energetically. "No. No," she answered. "Hand jobs. I don't even let his sperm near my cunt." John approved. "Good girl." He wiped his cock over Maggie's hairy slit. "And he thinks the other two are his also?" Maggie SMILED AT HIM! "Yes, baby," she cooed, her hips still. He was dominant and really enjoyed being rough with me, pushing me into all different positions and insisting on his cock being sucked. His greying beard and ponchy tummy really turned me on. I loved being able to feel his his stomach rub on my ass cheeks while he fucked me from behind and feeling his rough whiskers on my pussy lips made me cum several times. He was able to stay all night long and most of the time we spent fucking or fooling around. The next morning, after sleeping for a short. And I wish I could be there to see it."Eli had always had the habit of talking with his hands. When he was a child, his parents had told him to keep his hands in his pockets. He still had the habit when he got upset. His left hand was in his pocket now, and his fingers brushed against the coin as he spoke. He felt the coin somehow begin to grow warm as it granted his wish.* * * * *Alan Belsky was working at Belsky and Associates going over the notes for his next case, a negligence suit. ”“Perhaps you should have thought of your family’s well-being before attacking defenseless ships,” Genrico spat. “Tell me who ordered the attack!”“The priests,” a young man said quickly. “It was Father Gwinnel.”“Serratian priests?” Joseph asked.“Yes, Your Majesty,” the man continued. “He is the head of the Western Enclave.”“Has he ordered other attacks?” Joseph asked.“On the convoys coming from Tyrell,” the man continued.“Did you attack the boats that came through here last month?” Genrico.