"What did I drink last night?" he thought.The lack of hangover was to be expected if he had slept as long as hethought he had. But the taste? No drink...he could think of had anaftertaste like that; kinda salty and musky.As he pondered this, he slowly began to remember his brief period ofwakefulness from earlier that day. Had he dreamed it? It all seemed soodd. But the dried crust of cum on his chest and sheets belied thedream."God, what an intense orgasm that was!" he thought.His dick twitched. The silk robe fell to the floor as he strode purposefully to the bed, nearly six feet tall, broad chested and strong, towering over his wife by half a foot. Yet their bodies always meshed, perfectly. His large hands roved slowly over her nude body, down her shoulders, resting on her breasts, swollen and aroused, over her belly and thighs. His full lips grazed her nipples, first the left, then the right, as she groaned from deep inside. A big man, he was nothing but gentleness itself when making. ----------------------------------------------------" So ... what ... happened ... to Joe?" The pig finally asked, as I took off the gag.Oh, well, Brian came and they took him to the Cannipolis. I didn't know that was where he would end up. I mean, those are Brian's decisions. I just gave him over, and sat there half the night feeling bad about it. Worse, in fact, every hour that passed. Every day, every month, every year. I wonder what we might have been as a couple? I know ... stupid!. Comments from both men and women were heard saying how attractive Cindy was, and others questioned how come Cindy was the dom over someone old enough to be her grandma. However, both Cindy and Tina were turned on by the comments.Once Cindy and Tina were alone, Cindy grabbed Tina by the ear and pulled her as she ordered, “We will go back to the bedroom where you will say thank you properly to me,” and then pulled harder and as Tina gasped with the pain she led her back into the hotel. As she led.