After about 5 minutes of this going on, my wife gives me a turn to eat her girlfriend's pussy. It was shaved, tasted great and damn can she make a guy...just want to bust a nut with the noises she makes. That honestly was not the best part of the visit though. The best part happened after probably another 5 minutes of me eating her pussy. I get told to pound my wife's girlfriend's pussy.I will never argue with my wife when she tells me that it is okay to go to town on her girlfriend. The whole. Of course, I remembered quite a lot; but things happening inside castles, and between heroes or heroines and arrogant royalty, weren’t of much use here in the village. Besides being nice stories, of course.That brought me back to the possibility my mother had mentioned in her posthumous message about leaving this remote area and visiting Aston - and the University - in order to get some answers. Answers. I’d only need to figure out the correct questions first. There just were too many things I. She suddenly stood up and bolted from the run, a hand over her mouth, she dashed past Marluxion, running quicker she barely made it to the convience in time. Sometime later a very white faced Bitsy walked back into the study. She made a face at Keebler, who seemed to be just fine sitting drinking a cup of a very interesting smelling brew.Marluxion poured Bitsy a cup of the steaming brew and poured a bit from a bottle left over from last night, he handed it to her "hair of the dog, my dear". Last night before I zipped up the body bags and threw them in the dumpster, I checked the pockets. The only thing I found was prayer beads which I handed to them with breakfast.The other prisoner was the same way. I chained the doors again and we left. The doc was coming at 1800 to do the interrogations with me.When I got home, the girls and I went to the office. I had a firm limit of one hour desk work then I was going to spend the rest of the day in the gym. I was feeling sluggish and down.