I washed as best as I could as I tried to rinse the evidence from my body. Surely my husband wouldn’t be able to tell. Although my pussy lips were a...fully swollen. Was my asshole stretched open? Likely not!I headed down for breakfast and saw Sarah and the gang at a long table. They were almost done when I got there so it wasn’t long before they were saying goodbyes and headed to checkout. Tim showed up first and asked if he could sit and then Steve entered the room and spotted us. We all said. “We ask only that you keep an open mind and do not harass us while we stay among you. I must warn you, however, that we have a condition that will cause any who engage in sexual congress with us to develop a form of hypersexuality or nymphomania in effect. People who do so will also be immune to STIs and extremely fertile as well, just as we are. They will also tend to age slower than most folks.“From time to time, you may see angels among us, and perhaps, if you’re very lucky, the Almighty. ”“Oh god, are they all right?” I asked, guilt rising in my chest. It had been my fault these women had been risking their lives trying to arrest my husband.“Yeah they were OK, one had a broken rib and the other had a bit of concussion. They were both out again within a couple of days. They were tough girls and they knew what they were doing.” Sharri told me in the tone she used to use at work when she wanted to cheer me up a bit.“Um, this bit is harder.” I could hear Sharri’s nervousness even. We chose to just shower and get cleaned up. Jill turned off the water and we stepped out and began drying each other.When we were dry, Jill began brushing her hair. I offered to help her, which she accepted. I took her by the hand and led her to our bed. I sat on the bed with my legs spread in a V shape so Jill could sit with her back close to me. I began brushing her hair. She began moaning and telling me how much she loves being petted. Little things such as brushing her hair she truly.