" Wendy said.We went up stairs to the bathroom."This is a new lavatory. It was installed in place of an old one which had a cistern right up near the ...eiling, and it should work but it's not working properly."I walked in and took the lid off the cistern. I had never seen the inside of one before but I soon worked out how it worked and I could see that the valve screw needed turning a bit more. When I pressed the handle it worked perfectly."Oh thank you. We couldn't use it."Wendy threw her arms. Do you mind?"I smiled and pulled her to me, kissing her. "I'm having fun watching you have a great time. Of course, it seems I fucked some strange pussy on the first or second day of our marriage too."Zena whispered in my ear, "Yeah and you even got fucked. Wait till I tell Bert. He's going to be so jealous." Don't tell anyone about that. I'm embarrassed about that." Why, Honey? I fuck every pussy I can get a hold of. I know you're not gay, so if some hard dick catches you every once in a. OH MY GOODNESS! Was it finally happening. Yes, tonight was the night I would taste every drop of her nectar. I couldn't wait to swallow that peach.Erosa arrived at my house at eight looking like the sweetest piece of candy. Her pale skin was illuminated in the moon light. Her long red auburn hair shimmered with each beam. Those ice blue eyes pierced straight through me and thick luscious lips painted with hot pink lip gloss ate me alive! I knew she saw me looking, but I didn't give a damn. I. Returning to the comfort of the shower, Henry felt a slight tingle in the back of his mind. As a fictional author, Henry's imagination was far more active than the average person's. Slowly but surely he started formulating scenarios involving "The Fugitive". His mind was on fire. It was amazing, but he felt as if this might be the end of his writer's block.Suddenly, Henry froze. Caught up in the excitement of his imagination sparking again, he had not realized that the house had become.