“You’ve managed to bring our dreams to life. But there’s one more thing we planned. Something I want you to help me with.”“Anything,” Sam ...aid. “What do you need?”“You,” Abbie said as she put her arms around him and pulled his body against hers. She looked him in the eye and, with a smile, said, “We planned on christening the renovation right here in this bed.” As she said it she slid her leg between his.“Oh yes. I can help with that,” Sam said, pressing his hard dick against her thigh. Then. The slimy bastard had settled on his approach for his next attack on my wife's resolve. I could hear a hint of an Aussie accent when he said, "I must complain that I am being taken advantage of here. You've a fine gander at my best points, standing at attention for close inspection. But I got no reciprocity from you. You are acting like your fine naughty bits are too good for a chap to see. You can give us a little turn, can't you? Give Jack a fair gander. It is just basic fairness. You believe. “Don’t come out until you’ve done it,” she told her daughter sternly.Finally, a trickle appeared and then another, and another, until she finally started to let the golden fluids flow freely. She half squatted, and like her mother, closed her eyes and sighed as the full flow hit Pierre’s face and flowed down and over his body. She only looked down once to see the golden flow spurt from her and over his face, for the rest of the time she stared straight at the mirror in front of her. A smirk. What more is there to say?" What? See what? I don't know what you're talking about," Peggy protested. She was confused."Have you been in the den?" Kyle asked."No." Go there," Kyle ordered. Resentfully, Peggy walked down the short corridor to the back of the house and into the extra bedroom they'd converted into a study. When she got there, she understood.A huge, blown up photograph was propped up on the mantle over the fireplace. It had a greenish tinge to it, the colors were all washed out,.