A king-size bed sprawled in the corner of the room, a table next to it with several scented candles on it. She walked over to the table, lifting a can...le to her nose. She knew the smell… the smell of her perfume, of rain. She wasn’t sure if this could be unconscious on his part or not. Had he done this on purpose? Keeping her close in every way even if he couldn’t have her? The bed was unmade, the blankets were strewn across the mattress. She lay down on the cool, slick sheets, inhaling his. "I grinned and headed towards the stairs, "I am not a weasel. I kill when I have to."I did some shopping while Parker and Trish moved the croc meat out of my stasis boxes and weighted everything. Dinner was very good, Trish had out done herself. The small guest sleeping rooms were only big enough for the bed. I set my rifle in the rack and stripped before hanging my weapon belt on the peg by the door.I wrapped a towel around my waist that Trish had left for me and headed to the bathing room. I. I chose nice sexy panties to match the waspie and which were big enough to keep my she-dick vertical so that it peeped out over the top.So far, so good for the undies. Now for the rest. I chose an indecently short miniskirt that was very tight over my ass and emphasised the kind of SLUTTY look that I was hoping to achieve. Now for the bra to match the panties, which I stuffed with rolled up stockings to give me a rough and ready breast form. The silicon titties one can buy now didn’t exist at. I release my prize quickly, resting my hand on your hip. I remain still, waiting for the air to clear. My penis is now throbbing and its urges are in control of any thinking. I gently pull the rear of my wife’s panties down, slowly sliding them down her smooth round buns. My cock, now full length, its rubbery head swollen, leaking profoundly is no longer willing to be patient. With the help of my hips, my rock hard member is sliding, up and down, in my wife’s now slick crack. With two fingers,.