. feel well enough to move on, I probably will.”Jennifer stood up straight, and frowned. “Move on? Why?”“Because ... this place is not my...�... He didn’t need to say it, he’d said it before. His wife and son were dead, and they were his home. His human half had been a slave for four years, too, so if he went back to his old life, the result would be obvious. He’d be accused of killing his wife and son. Christ, that’d suck.“Well,” Jennifer said, “I think Dolareido could be your new home. It’s a. "That's great and all; is there anything else you like to do that's also fun?" Rosalie asked."Every now and then, I like to have a spur-of-the-moment shopping spree over at Bath & Body Works at the Mall of Georgia." Lilianna replied."That's always fun! I just don't want you to be one of those people who are all work and no play. You got to have balance and fun in your life." Rosalie replied."Okay." Lilianna said."Here's what I want for you to do: On any Friday or Saturday night, I want you to. ...she said it looked yummy and was it for her...so I told her she had to earn it. She sat me down on the sofa and grabbed my hard cock and gently wanked it slowly but firmly, this was intense she is exceedingly sexy, and knows how to please a man. She switched on her I pod and Bolero came on we had discussed this music the other day and I think that’s what drove us together desire and the thought of fucking to this music...remember 10 the film...awesome.Lisa started to strut round the room. ”“Are you saying Delilah Murphy's a dyke?”I just gave him a grin. “I didn't say how my wife was persuading her.”The man gave me a nod. “Damn, but they wore me out. Your bimbos are insatiable.”“Part of their charm,” I nodded, staring at my wives. They all looked so happy, flashing me looks or grins as they writhed, pleasure flooding through their bodies. Philosophers claim that everything humans do is about sex.And that was definitely true for the bimbos. They had embraced it. They loved it..