You bring a spark and energy into every room you walk into. You drive me crazy sometimes because I never know what's going on inside that pretty head ...f yours because one minute you're a sweet innocent girl and the next you're a repressed wild child out to get herself into a lot of trouble." I sighed. "And you're a pouting brat half the time, too. But I missed you, okay? You're like my little sister, and if you'd ever met Brooke you'd know that's a compliment."I bit my lip. Then again, I was. I wasn’t looking down at a set of divorce papers…I was looking down at a printed copy of ‘We’ll Always Have Atlanta’ one of the stories that I wrote and have posted on Literotica. I’ve been writing and posting to Literotica for a few years now, but my wife had no idea…at least she hadn’t had any idea. I sat there looking down at the table not sure what to say or do. Was she mad? I couldn’t be sure. Finally, in a soft tone, she asked me if I recognized it. I nodded and said yes that I recognized. I began to have second thoughts as I realized what I was thinking of doing. I was wrong she was not masturbating at all I could actually hear her snoring in the bedroom off the main room. Perhaps I just have a filthy mind as I chuckled to myself. I figured I would not even touch her, I would just go to my computer and cum as quickly as possible. Although the bedroom was in the same general area I figured that I could stroke myself without anyone being the wiser. I cruised a few porn sites and. A eunuch collected them up when she had finished.“You won’t ever need those clothes again,” said the Emir, “Now bend over that chair arm, and spread your arse cheeks so that I can bugger you.”There was only the slightest delay before she walked to the indicated chair, and draped herself as he demanded. Nicola could clearly see her mother’s darker rosebud clenching and unclenching in anticipation of the Emir’s penetration.The Emir rose from his chair, moved over to Gwenllian, and his hand.