“We can look at it later, you just need to relax now,” she replied, taking my hand again and leading me through the living room and down a hallway... She led me through her bedroom where there were several more candles burning and into the bathroom. I noticed several more candles burning in the bathroom and noticed the bathtub was full. Susan began unbuttoning my shirt as she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue slipped over my lips and when I opened them her tongue entered my. “Let’s look at the meat.” “I am a breast man.” “That’s a good thing too!” “Look, a package of breasts and a big hunk of meat, is that a drum stick?” She was leaning over to pick up things on the bottom shelf and brushing by the front of my pants or patting my ass. I got spectacular views of her cleavage time and again as she leaned into the cart.She then took the cart from me and I followed her. Early on in our marriage, I had had a habit of walking behind and falling into step with her in. I was ready for a fight, but all violence instantly fled my body when I realized who my attacker was. It was Candy. The twinkle in her eyes told me violence was the last thing on her mind. Sex was a whole other story. She locked the door and crossed the room in two strides. I want you, she growled in a low whisper as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Our lips touched and our tongues soon followed. It took a few seconds before I realized what was going on, but when I finally did, I let my. .."James slammed the door on the chauffeured car and they drove off.Television trucks had surrounded his house so they returned to the city. He gave his chauffeur the rest of the day off then hailed a cab. He knewonly one person could explain what was going on.***Madame Zhanna's cats met him at the door. The ache in his chest wasoverwhelming and the mystic greeted him with a smile."James. You're back. Looking good."James noticed Madame Zhanna sounded different so he asked, "What happenedto.