My clothes, arms and legs are partly covered with wet sand. It feels wrong.We have shared so many moments together during our marriage, but this one i... by far the strangest. Guilt and shame strike my mind. I can read from her face similar feelings. She was living a hot dream until I woke her up.Suddenly, her face expression changes. She closes her eyes and bits her lower lip. I know the reason, though I can't see it.He bends her over again and starts pushing with his cock. I can't see much. It was kind of like she was giving voice to something she'd been musing about, but wasn't sure that her thoughts on it were on target."What can I say?" I said. "I knew things like this would happen when I decided to get into this line of work." You are so full of shit, Bob," she sighed. "Nobody would get into your line of work if he thought he was going to get beat up, ripped off by winos, and get his face all burned up." Pressure makes diamonds," I said, trying to sound like it was no big. He then removed his shirt before pushing his jeans and underpants down.The vision before me was spectacular. And I even had the cheek to ask him to turn his body around so I could get a really good look at him. Christos had a thick meaty cock, just as I imagined it would be.After I got up off my chair I also swiftly removed all my clothes, before moving toward him.“Now I want you to lift your arms and put your hands behind your head,” I cheekily demanded.“Why?” he asked with a confused. A howling screech interrupted your speech, piercing deep into your mind as if it were right next to you. Your brain didn't recognize it, however. It wasn't something from any malfunction you had ever known. And that... worried you.Grabbing the phaser pistol on your desk, you immediately readied yourself for anything as you pressed the needed keys to exit your room.With one swift movement, the door swung open... but only half way. Luckily, it was enough room to get you outside.Squeezing through.