Her whole body crashed down on my face. Maggie couldn’t control herself either.I could literally feel her juices almost flooding my nostrils. It was...incredible. She came over and over, until she could no longer respond vocally. Instead, she could only breathe deeply in and out.My hands reached her hips and pushed her down my body. Maggie understood immediately and was soon straddling over my throbbing member.Slowly, she guided me inside her with her hand. Then nestled completely down on top of. "As you wish. I confess everything: me andBemariq are passionate and frequent lovers."I ripped my other glove to show my carapace. "You aren't the only onewith access to fancy artefacts, magnatess. Now, tell me what you did youmy husband, or I'll disassemble you, starting with your pretty overlongfingers. Believe me, your thugs will have their work cut out for them,should they try to stop me." I always knew you were a crass undignified floozy. Bemariq deservesbetter." Hey?" shouted a man's. The whistle died on my lips. The stream of urine slowed. The whole world swam around me as I processed what I could see in the bin: a condom. Bright red. Used and then discarded.I finished up, washed my hands, and then came out of the bathroom, my mind reeling, trying to figure this out.I walked into the living room. Harriet was waiting for me. Her hair was fixed now, brushed and straight. Her make-up was tidier, still shoddy. Her tea was untouched."Hey," I said nervously, and sat down on the. I grinned at him."Why?" It ain't decent walking around like that in front of your father like you do."I laughed softly."What ain't "decent" is the way you keep trying to get a good look. I just figured I would make it easier for you so you don't have to peek in my room."I walked over and stood in front of him. He had his usual array of empties on the coffee table. I turned around slowly in a full 360°. His eyes were huge and I noticed he had his hand in his lap probably trying to hide his.