From the top of his already bald head to the tips of his hairy toes the man was all ass. He used to ask himself how she could ever have chosen a perso... like Mort, until she finally tossed him out on his ass. Now he truly wished he was twelve years younger and in better shape.Angie had finished dusting and moved out of view to the left. Coming once more into view she left the room turning out the light as she left.He rose then, taking his beer with him as he paused at the stereo and turned it. Youll do whatever filthy, depraved act I demand! I will, Master! You will defile yourself at my whim! Oh, yes! Defile me! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Use me! Im just…shit…a thing! A living sex toy! Oh, damn! I live only to…uhhh…to please you, Master! Kylie was forgotten as I fucked my wife. We were both lost in the tide of lust. Neither of us heard the pounding on the front door downstairs, or noticed when Kylie got up, all that mattered was the pleasure my slave-wifes tight ass was giving my cock. My. While she didn’t close the door behind her, she did walk out of view for me from where I remained in the kitchen. I didn’t know if she would come into view if I went back to the living room, but I stayed put until she reappeared with her bikini on and carrying a towel. I resisted the strong desire to stand in my kitchen, simply staring at her bikini-clad body by walking out to the living room and turning off my television.I had never seen Mick wear anything other than very conservative. That think-together of theirs, it's a tremendously powerful processor, something for which we have no comparison. It lets them make almost in­stantaneous decisions, and usually they don't think twice. I really am afraid we're going to have to settle for, well, a consolation prize." I don't want a 'consolation prize!'" Heisinger cried out, actually stamping her foot. "I want the real thing. Dammit, you know we wouldn't have done all this just to bring back a few animals and plants! We did it for.