Maybe that assessment wasn't completely accurate. Things could make you happy, at least temporarily. Like the radiant heating in the flooring, the war... floor made his bare feet very happy.He jogged down the stairs to the kitchen. The new coffee maker had done its job and that pleased him. He poured a cup and tried to decide what to do with the rest of his day.Scott walked to the nearby digital control panel recessed in the wall. The panels were located throughout the house and managed controls. " she sighed as she felt the cream slide over her brown rosebud and head towards her vagina.I spread the cream over her cheeks and then went in search of the runaway stuff. My fingers were very slippery from the cream and my middle finger had no trouble at all in slipping all the way into her tight anus. She gave a quick gasp as I entered her but lay down again and eased her legs open a little more.I pushed in and out a couple of times then withdrew. Cupping my fingers, I scooped up the runaway. I was simply tied to a chair in our walk-in closet having to stareat myself in a full length mirror (a typical/normal time-outpunishment). I had only been sitting there about 20 minutes when Iheard the door-bell ring, and then hearing a familiar female voice(but really could not make out exactly who it was) talking with myWife and the faint sounds of giggles. Soon I heard the sounds ofsomebody approaching the room and then the closet door opened.My wife stood there looking as lovely as ever,. I managed to snap back to reality and said "holly shit, I love it."The girls celebrated in cheer. "Now your ready to mingle"So there I stood. Long flowing black hair. A shirt that hung about three inches above my belly button, my nipples poking through. My face glowing, the make has that "I'm ready to fuck" look., and my pussy wet and dripping down my legs. I don't think I had ever been so fucking horny in my life. I reached for my half empty drink and swallowed it down. "Ok, so what's next?" I.