“He should be here tonight, this is our ninth wedding anniversary, but he wanted to go fishing with some of his buddies instead of spending the nigh... with me.” I suggested that her husband was perhaps a bit wrong for not being with with her on such a night . Pottery I thought but had little time to make something from clay! It's OK, she said, I expect he has a little pot to tap his pipe in his stuff, amazing what tiny home from home you can get in a pack and truck. We began to talk and she. .... your free hand moves along my body, slapping my outter thigh, playing with my tits, pinching the nipples so that I arch my back into you.... it seems I can't stop moaning and I am becoming desperate... but I wait, knowing you'll give me what I need.... what I deserve moaning I arch up into you again and this time you smile as you slam down on me. I love the feel of your balls as they slap against my ass and you know this... suddenly you pull out of me (leaving me moaning with frustration,. If I’m right on this one you take off all your clothes and march down below.”“Really? Hmm,” I mumbled, looking at the steps. Then, “Okay, yes. On you go.”He pulled up his shorts and said, “You’re married.”I stared at him for a few seconds — then stepped out of my skirt and lifted off my top, standing naked while he stared at me. I drank my wine and put the glass down before I descended the steps to a dark room. I managed to see it was his sleeping quarters with a full-size bed. I waited for him. The script had been read and approved by all. It had to be, since this was a full test of the device, only the second one since approval was given to link more than two people into one scene. Even knowing that, he was still excited, anticipating what would come. He watched the far wall, looking at where the door was concealed, waiting for her to appear.Doreen pushed open the door and stepped into the velvet-lined room. Fighting her nervousness, she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep.