”Kiel thought that really sounded good. But Lori sounded annoyed when she asked, “How many women did you have sex with before me? And don’t you ...are lie to me.”Kiel softly said, “Several… but none of them meant—”“Cop out,” Lori scolded, glaring at Kiel. “I want a number.”Kiel wanted out of this conversation but he knew his wife wouldn’t stop nagging. After a few moment's contemplations, he admitted, “Somewhere in the region of thirty-five to forty.”Lori unhitched her seatbelt, scooted over. "I don't know what just happened,but I'm..." He stopped. Light in the room faded, sothat there was a grayness to the place. The fewpeople present seemed frozen in time."As I expected. The shifting of realities stillmanifests itself in gray uncertainty."Hanson tried to speak, to run. To scream, but he wasfrozen, too. He felt an odd sensation, a tinglingas if a mild electric current was running under hisskin. He did notice that the room seemed to begrowing.He was shrinking down from 6. Arm wrestling was something of an amateur sport among Russian men. Benin found spontaneous matches could occur at any time in the clubs and bars. They'd soon attract a crowd who'd bet on the contestants enthusiastically. At these matches, Benin had watched her lover stare down an opponent before sending him flying over the table with one heave. She smiled in admiration. It gave her a sexual thrill she had to admit.John was picking up more and more Russian. She resisted, but even she had to. “Oh yes, give me that cum, daddy. Let me drain your cock so you can fuck me hard later. Give it all to me.”When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and stuck out her tongue to clean them. I just watched her in amazement. In all our years together, she had never tasted my cum.Once she was done, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on. I had no clue what she was about to do, but I was going to do whatever.