"Well... I suppose, but I'm not really sure. I mean, I didn't like theidea of going down on you, but soon learned to enjoy it. And I get soaroused whe... we talk about you being a hotwife."I gave his hard cock a squeeze. "Well, your little buddy sure likesthe idea anyway," I giggled. "But I don't know if I could have sexwith someone else, outside of our marriage I mean." I've thought about that, but if you have my permission, it should beok," he remarked.I asked, "Why don't we just pretend that. She didn’t care what they were really up too, she was sure that whatever it was wasn’t a threat to her, no doubt it was kinky, but private . Well, she liked kinky. She had always walked on the wild side, had been doing drugs and taboo sex way back in the late fifties before it became fashionable. Her ex-husband had once been hip too, but after marriage he thought they should grow up and become respectable citizens and parents. They had tried, he half managed, but she failed completely. They. I pounded my fist on the wall and felt like begging for mercy. She was good, sometimes too good. "Shit! Shit!", I yelled. . .. "It's Nezumi," explained Miranda once they'd found a park bench and had sat down."Oh?" inquired Misty, holing out a finger and scratching the rattata under the chin affectionately, causing Nezumi to relax to the point where he nearly lost his footing."He sensed something about the festival coordinator," explained Miranda as she opened the envelope she'd won, "Something he didn't like." That's not good," agreed Misty, half a smile remaining on her face as Nezumi tilted his head way back and.