He and his wife and slave (John just could not get used to the thought of owning another human being.) rubbed the polished pieces against their noses ...nd behind their ears to put a glossy sheen on the wood, and to protect it from drying out. The result was amazing, lifelike, artistic and magical.John carefully put these pieces away, for future use. Note to self, he told himself, sail driven chariots. John also kept his rifled arrows under wraps, although he did take one hunting to test its. It has that unapproachable, classical look, like a Katherine Hepburn. Our years of marriage have been good years. We’ve enjoyed each other and explored sex in many ways. I admit that I have always wanted her to make love with other men. We’ve talked about it, but except for once it hasn’t happened (that’s another story). When I mention it, she becomes upset and can’t understand why I’d want to share her. I have never been able to make her understand that it makes her even more attractive to me.. Delicately placing kisses down my neck which sent a rush through my entire body. He was beginning to moan in pleasure which turned me on even more.“That feels so good,” I whispered. Still kissing my neck, his hand traced down my stomach and under my t-shirt. Squeezing my tit in his hand, rolling my nipple between his fingers.My pussy was getting hot and I could feel it getting wetter and wetter the more he pulled my nipples. If he could see my panties there would be a wet patch from how wet he. But he always came back. This is about how he came back for more sex.Josh was into photography. This was long ago when cell phones didn't exist. He had a nice expensive camera, and he converted part of the basement of his house into his dark room where he would develop his photos.We were hanging out at his house one afternoon. Nobody but us was there and we knew that we would have the house to ourselves for the next three hours. It was one of those rare perfect opportunities for us to enjoy a.