I let my eyes slowly run down my wife’s figure till they settled on her ass. Almost of its own volition my hand slipped inside my boxers and my fing...rs wrapped around the swollen girth of my cock. “Like, doesn’t begin to describe it, Gee!” I answered, “but…” She looked over her shoulder at me, glancing downwards at my hidden hand, “VPL?” she questioned licking her lips as she did. I nodded as she turned back to look at her reflection, smoothing hands over her hips. A movement outside the. "At 36 years old, I stood 6' 2" and weighed 150 pounds. Even though Jeff was the same height, he was 180 pounds of work-toned muscle and his presence often made others believe he was taller than me. Where I was dirty blond and mostly hairless, he had dark hair covering his body. His face often sported a full beard, though occasionally he'd trim it down to a bushy moustache and goatee during the hotter months."I'm not that much bigger than you." He held up his hand and indicated he wanted me to. Her apology of how much of a mess shemust look explained away by the startlingly sparkle kitchen and house.It would certainly be unfair or plain nasty to say that Tricia, Carolineand Katie lived in a pigsty but it was rather difficult for the three ofthem, plus Zoe of course, to keep the place as tidy as was possible soKatie's efforts today clearly showed how hard she had been working..With a teasing comment off how it must have been nice to have Barbie tohelp her, Fi suggested a cup of tea and. “Stand clear, doors opening.”The suction seal breaks with a hissed sigh of relief and bodies flow from the metal tube and out onto the platform. I expect jostling. Impatience. A maddened collective need to push through the crowd and escape the close-knit confines of steel and aluminum and a monster they cannot stand, nor understand. But there isn’t. Just movement. Serpentine. Cold. Just warm bodies hiding cold blood moving from one place to the next before clocks tick and the cycle begins.