..”Naruto buttoned his lip.“that one day my curse stops fucking with me and takes YOUR sorry ass out my life for GOOD, is the only thing holding m... here.” Naruto sat silently, digesting the acrid words. “Now? I just don't give a shit either way.” Sasuke shifts through the things in the bag briefly with a frown, before taking off towards their shared sleeping abode. Naruto looks down at Sasuke's more-than-half-filled plate as the bedroom door clicks loudly behind him, the sound of the drawers. I told her that I was just looking on behalf of a friend and she looked me straight in the eye and grinned; there was a lie she had heard countless times. As the assistant turned to return to her magazine I saw that at her waist, above that red skirt, a tattoo of what I could only guess was some kind of foliage on her back, instantly I wanted one. My eyes fell on a device of two soft plastic rings with a small bullet-shaped item between the two and it intrigued me because I couldn’t work out. "What would you like to do today Fred?" I thought we had that settled Marge. We're going to go to Walking Street." "We're not doing that until tonight honey.. We have all day together on our own." "Oh yeah! Well, I suppose we could do some shopping too. We could look for a sexy outfit so you can look your best for Hans. Maybe he'll finally fuck you and put you out of your misery tonight." Marge blushed and giggled."I'm lucky you're such an understanding husband. Fred, you can do anything you. ‘Wider’ and inch by inch she did before I reached over and slid my hand down the inside of her thigh making her gasp as I slowly ran my hand from her knee to within an inch of her barely covered pussy. ‘Good’. Slowly I continued to massage and stroke the inside of her thighs and then I noticed it. An underlying scent, her perfume unable to mask her musky natural scent. Quietly I tell her that nothing, and I ‘mean nothing’ will happen unless she is comfortable to continue and that we can stop.