Friday's feather.As he cleaned his coffin, he made a decision. If the ladies were going to use his room for trysts, he was going to have to punish the.... Actually, he should punish the knights too, but that didn't turn him on.When he finished oiling the top of his bed, he took the offending feather and went to find Friday. He finally found her alone in the kitchen, counting the giant cans of chocolate sauce and barrels of honey."Friday!" He roared.She jumped with a squeal and spun around, her. I was exhausted from the workout she had given me, completely spent. She was full of energy, among other things, and kissed her way back up to my face without saying a word. Although I sort of knew what was going to happen next, or at least I thought I knew, I was helpless to do anything except lay there in the bed I had made for myself with my whispered utterance of approval.When my beautiful wife got to my face, she held my chin with one hand and planted her mouth directly on mine,. He leaned over and started to kiss her. He brought his hand up and cupped Jen's breasts over her blouse. Even in her haze Jen hadn't lost all her inhibitions, and pushed Mike's hand away. "No," she said softly, glancing across their apartment. "Carlos is here."Mike kissed Jen's neck, and then whispered into her ear, "It's okay, trust me." He gently pushed Jen's protesting hands away and continued to fondle her breasts. Then Mike quickly unbuttoned Jen's blouse, until her lacy demi bra and sexy. Allegedly they satnext to each other in the very back ofthe room. (This was a 'hint'.)After so much glaring at paper pussyhe of course suggested that we havesuch a "contest" ourselves.I was too nervous to come and sonaturally he won; although that ofcourse wasn't the objective.He was, or seemed, amazed at mystroke method...which was my grippingmy cock with the first four fingers,no pinky, and grabbing my dick fromover the top of my head rather thanaround the shaft. Of course my fingertips.