WhatI'd *thought* was a man in a sheer lace nightgown... was my wifeKelly!!! I hadn't recognized her - she was so much bigger now, not justtaller, but...literally bulging with muscles, like some Olympic wrestler.She met my eyes with an unreadable expression as the man turned tothem."All right now, girls, we've all enjoyed the little show - off to yourduties now... while I play with my new toy!" He turned to look at me,with a smile I _really_ did not like..."Yes Master!!" The whole line intoned in. “I’ll have to be a little more careful in the future,” Ed said.“Your actions destroyed America,” Jane said.The discussion continued without interruption for several hours. There were times when it devolved into a shouting match. At other times there was a real sharing of ideas. Ed found it fascinating and frustrating. She often spoke with a calm assurance of fact when discussing the consequences of his actions. It was disturbing to learn how one’s life was viewed by the future when the future. He didn’t tell Francine he was coming home, he caught the last flight out of LA to Tampa, it was the red eye that would get him home while the sun still warmed the opposite side of the world. The cab let him off about 5 in the morning so he took his shoes off before he opened the door. Silent, on stocking padded feet he eased through the house to his bedroom. The door was partially open and he could see his wife Francine in the middle of it, a soft lined form cuddled under the blankets. He. .. Up and down you grind, rhythmically as you bounce on my cock. You look over at our friend and give her a "come hither" motion with your pointer finger, *she smiles and gets up to join us. As she climbs on the bed I noticed she has already undressed down to just her underwear, apparently we had missed this as we were caught up in our own fun. She settles in behind you, straddling my lower legs and pressing her bare tits against your back. She caresses your legs and touches your bouncing tits.