What was she doing? This was sheer, utter madness! Could she honestly walk up to a man she met less than 12 hours ago and ask to get into his bed? The...butterflies in her stomach were flapping about violently as if they were real and trying to escape the confines of her body. No, she took it as a gauntlet, one her husband had thrown down - a game of chicken except it wasn't dodging traffic but to do something that could be considered reckless beyond all belief. She soaped her body down and. “You know that she’ll be shared right?” Vanessa whispered.“With you among others I am sure, we discussed that already and agreed as long as it was in the open and not hidden from each other” “Yeah she just told me that I would be in for a surprise next Wednesday.”“Why don’t you sleep over tonight, the interview with my dad is tomorrow morning right?”“It is” Vanessa slowly said looking at him.“I am quite sure that there is room in Cam’s new bedroom” Josh smiled wickedly.“Go and ask her” Josh. The plows hadn’t been there yet and the driving was treacherous. Having grown up in the area roads conditions like this were nothing new or intimidating, I made my way along as best I could until I reached the last turnoff that takes me to the road I live on. This is a rural back lane more than a road that few people use and the blowing snow had piled large drifts across the road. After a few miles that seemed to take hours I spotted a pair of tail-lights at an odd angle in a place they. I took the disposable enema bag and wrapped it around the log laying in the tub. I picked it up and dropped it into the toilet. Ruth stood up and stepped out of the tub. She grabbed a towel and started to dry off as she walked back into the living room. I threw the enema bag in the trash can and followed her out. She took the towel and spread it out over the armchair. She then picked up the bottle of massage oil and handed it to me, before turning back and kneeling on the cushion of the chair,.