Yes...I...uh...no...honey, look, this is how it is. I know. No I...Honey..." he can't get a word in. "Look, this is my job, it's what I do. It's how I...pay for the lives we lead. It's how the kids go to camp and we go on vacation and it hasn't changed in the fifteen years we've been together so please, just leave it alone." He listens to his wife's rambling speech and looks around the room."It's worse than ever. The work came in later than usual and I don't see how I'll ever get it all. Amy is wearing boots, shorts and an army shirt too big for her, but open in the front enough to reveal decidedly feminine curves. When she speaks, Michael jumps nervously and turns to face her."Amy: Yep, it's me. I found some things for us to eat at the farmhouse down below. Is your head better now, Mike?"(She reaches to touch him - Michael is in no mood to be comforted)"Michael: Yeah the pain is gone but I still feel a bit wobbly. Say, was this your idea of a joke sewing a fig leaf on my last. I mean...I can't... so why ask?"He did not say anything right away, but looked around for a moment,then leaned over and told me he wanted to kiss me!"But why? I'm not a girl, and you know it!" Because we already know everything there is to know about each other,and you've turned out to be one very hot looking girl." Still sittingclose to him, his arm tightened against my waist. "Just how many timeshave you ever been outside dressed this way?" A few I guess, but I'm always very careful Ken." I. It initially grossed Elle out, but she was too horny to care. She had this chance to fuck a Beast and was determined to live to tell the tale.“Get on the bed, now,” he ordered sternly.“Do you do this with all your visitors?” Elle joked.The Beast wasn’t amused, “I’m not playing around. I’m going to fuck you now. I can tell you’re very special and you’re going to be mine.”Elle was flattered. She was in the mood for a good fucking and didn’t mind it rough. She also loved to be told what to do. She.