Jeez, I might as well take a shower.She went to the bathroom and stripped. The full-length mirror on the bathroom door caught her eye."Well, Mrs. Tern...r," she spoke to her reflection. "We're twenty-three, been married for a year. How are we holding up?"She examined herself in the mirror.Her sandy brown hair fell in wispy waves past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes had a stormy look to them. Her face was heart-shaped. She placed her hands under her breasts and cupped them. Still firm and upright,. Her body was a bonfire with her pussy the volcanic center, but now her clit felt chills from the cold air as Charlie's mouth left her. She opened her eyes to see Jo, robe left on the chair and holding a vibe to her clit - she could see it clearly since she was shaved smooth - helping Charlie change positions.Hairy legs came into her vision, settling on either side of her head. She looked up and saw Charlie's cock, now hard again and swollen until shiny, hanging down from above. She didn't. With the conquering army returning home, he went to his home to find nothing but the blackened shell of his home and the grave of his wife outside just growing a covering of thin grass.Upon recieving the sum of money from her husband, she foolishly told her freinds what a hero her husband was, and about the lavish gift they had recieved from the king himself, and so the story circulated around the local villages, and this inevitably reached the Local bandits. They had decended upon the quiet. He smiled but he could hardly see his lips unless he opened his mouth. He opened his mouth wide, pushed his moustache up and beard away so he could examine his teeth. Still good. He still had a fetish for certain things like brushing and flossing his teeth diligently before going to bed, and every morning after he woke up. Unless he was so pissed drunk the night before that he forgot to do his usual dental hygiene and just flopped down the bed and snored away. Now came the most difficult part,.