The fire had leaped on high, and escaping steam had thrust a padded beam against the great brazen shield."Of course!" Her worried expression cleared a... the answer struck her. "Subsonics. No wonder I panicked. How'd they ever stumble onto that?"She climbed stiffly to her feet. A few yard away, her dagger lay where she had dropped it. A quick scrub with a handful of moss cleaned most of the blood and dirt from its bronze blade, and she stuck it back into its scabbard. Her stomach was already. This time she pushes me down on to the small chair in the cubicle, having already removed my jeans, she spreads my legs open to reveal the skimpy red thong I know she loves seeing me in.She pushes the lingerie aside to reveal my smooth bare mound. Tasha’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my glistening wet pink slit, peaking out ever so slightly. She inhales heavily taking in my scent, before nuzzling her head between my thighs.Then she was licking me, not just licking but flicking my. Outline for the story of "My Cheating Wife"'Oh yeah that's an original story title, I can change it later. Most of this I will leave unchanged, maybe a comment or two here and there. I don't want to get confused. What names to use? How about Mike and Betty, that's our real names? Knowing Betty, she wouldn't mind.'Main Characters: Mike and Betty'I remember that one guy I talked to on IM, WobblyDonkey, does a good job of setting up his stories. He said it's best to keep an outline simple and fill. We always got nice gifts from them at holiday time as they both worked and her sisters’ income depended on the whims of agriculture so we were quite conservative. One day “A” called to see if I would accompany her to bring lunch to my uncle who was coordinating shipment of fruit to various Bay Area canneries. Sure thing, as I had an interest in anything mechanical like trucks. “A” stepped out of the car and was dressed in a halter top and full skirt, the former something never seen at.