.. "You little whore."Yvonne took the mouse and manipulated it as Rob continued fucking her from behind. She gasped and then giggled as she read the c...ntent. Peter had addressed her as a 'whore' and a 'stupid fucking cunt'.Most other women would be turned off by such an initial approach, but, knowing his wife's sexually perverted nature, Rob had instructed Peter how to write.Yvonne, exactly as her husband had told Peter, was in fact excited and led on by being treated in that way.Loving husband. Perhaps I had sat in front of the window too late. Then again, maybe the show hadn't started yet. My mind was racing as my hand tightened around my cock and began stroking. Just then the phone rang."Hello." I picked it up reluctantly."Just called to wish you good night, honey." It was Sharon, of course."Oh, that was kind of you," I answered.After a bit of small talk, we sent kisses over the phone lines and hung up. I looked out the window expecting to see a spectacular show but was somewhat. Prescott watched as Ava’s gaze became distant in recollection and her own unintentionally dipped to the soft swell of Ava’s breasts arched against the tight white fabric of her shirt. Then she looked down at the notepad in her lap. She took a few notes, knowing that it was completely unnecessary, there was no way she was going to forget what she’d just heard. She forced a cough, ‘What do you think made you expose yourself to her?’ she asked, her voice thick and slightly horse. Ava smirked,. The Chrom encountered the native Balam, a non-human but somewhat humanoid species; sentient but at a very primitive stone tool development level. At first Chrom and Balam got along, but the Balam had strange, supernatural powers that defied all the Chrom knew. The Chrom feared the Balam and committed the unspeakable crime of Genocide, killing all Balam. Before even the last Balam died, the first Chrom children with the same magical powers were born.”“By magical powers, you speak of Psionics.