Then I tried another language, "por favor". I went on to attempt at basic spells from Harry Potter, and of course the classic "Abracadabra!"None worke.... Just when I was to the point of despair, I suddenly realized, why not try combinations of different words? Scrambled versions? Missing or extra letters? Eventually, through a lot of hard work and enduring mocking parents, I found it.The truly magical word.Now, what the word is itself isn't too important right now.We can talk about that later,. He said I might, we need to stay hard for a couple of hours, so he sold me one and said he'd take the payment when we split the tips. We were now supposed to wait for Miranda, she'd call when they were "ready", so he filled me in on what would probably happen.About 1:30 we got the call and headed to the meeting room, just off from the pool, hence the trunks and towel. There was acutally a guy standing security at the door and when we identified ouselves, he just smiled and let us in. There. I jokingly told her that I discovered my wife was really a guy.“You’re shitting me!” she exclaimed. I couldn’t keep a straight face.“I’m slow,” I replied, “but not THAT slow.”“You know,’ Amy replied, “I never saw you as slow, just respectful.”I confided in Amy that I had always had a crush on her.“Well hell,” she replied, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”“I couldn’t,” I replied. “You were always spoken for.”Amy took a gulp from her drink glass and then wiped her mouth with the back of her. He just turned sixteen and was very excited to come and stay in the USA. I found the boy to be very attractive, I mean he made my pussy super wet the first time I met him. But I never thought he would want to fool around with a fifty two year old woman that has three k**s. I figured this boy has pussy knocking on his door. After several weeks we all fell into a routine and Hans was part of the family. One weekend my husband took our k**s out of town leaving Hans and I alone. We went.