Did you think I was easy because it's all gone so fast? I am very picky."I grinned at her. "Now I'm feeling even more fortunate," I said. "Love, I'm p...etty picky too, but you're a prize beyond belief." Just a prize?" I think you know better," I replied tenderly. She was still on my lap, and I gave back the same kind of kiss she'd given me."Mmm," she hummed when we broke. "Oh, for another free day. Well, never mind, let me up. Cammie's got to warm up and then worky-work again."She was just. The phone call while she was doing it was new, but I enjoyed it tremendously. I had the phone on speakers and masturbated several times while listening to my wife getting fucked. The next day when she returned home, she filled me in on all the details.One of her regular clients was a fat guy. She noticed him first when he and his girlfriend came shopping in her store. He had a very pretty girlfriend, and according to my wife, the guy, although he was fat, turned her on. For the last month or so. I try to help out around the house, sometimes starting our supper if she's left me a note on what we're having. I also take care of the outside, mowing, raking, edging, you know, all the lawn stuff though she does some of the flower beds and keeps a small garden mostly for tomatoes and several kinds of herbs.We get along pretty well, my mom and I, I really don't give her any trouble, I figure she's got enough without me making it worse. She's been a great mom to me and I know she's given up. I didn't know what to do. This was too weird for words. But curiosity got the better of me so I reached out and wondered how I was meant to get over to there. "How?" I asked. "Through the mirror," he said. "Do not be afraid. I will not harm you nor will my pack," he smiled. "Come, my love." "Nothing to it, just go through the mirror," I said to myself. I reached out but I was afraid. "Take my hand," he said. His hand came out of the mirror. My eyes grew wide with astonishment. His face then.