”“I have a better game,” Beth told her. She held her empty hand in front of her. “Guess what I found…” Béla looked to see what Beth was m...terializing from their quarters. It was an ammo clip. It was full.“This was in Tanya’s dresser…” Beth announced, grinning slyly. She’d dream-walked back to earth during their last sleep period and convinced Tanya to give it to her. Beth held out her other hand. The little pistol appeared in it. “How many bullets are there?” Béla asked, fascinated by the. I saw Anita sprawled out on the main sofa with her date’s face buried between her thighs. My sweet wife’s pale legs were propped up over that black guy’s muscular shoulders. There was just enough light to see him darting three fingers in and out of Anita's dripping wet snatch while he masterfully pulled and tugged on her engorged clit with his tongue and lips.My loving wife was squirming and bucking and trying to grab the back of her black lover's head to grasp maximum ecstasy…All of a sudden. " Actually I have never felt better in my life. You see, Amanda and I rediscovered each other yesterday. It all start..." John?" Lori interrupted."Yes?" Could you hold on a minute? I think you'll be surprised; both of you in fact." Lori reached for the phone and dialed an extension. "Mike? Yes, they're here. Could you come to my office for a second? Thanks." She hung up the phone.About two minutes later, Mike Edwards knocked on the door and came in. Lori motioned him over to stand by the side. "My Father?" You and your mother would parade around him in your skimpy outfits, your little thong bikinis, lingerie. The poor man was hard all the time." Laura explained. "And your mother wanted to fuck anyone in town except him. And he couldn't touch you, although he wanted to on more than one occasion." How do you know all this?" Tracy asked, slightly aroused at the thought of her father lusting after her."He may have looked like a skinny little accountant on the outside. But I bet you.