I should probably go to church and thank the big guy for what he had given me these last few weeks. He deserved some big thanks.I glanced at the clock...to see it was only six, a little early for a Sunday, but it was when we usually woke up. The longer I rested, lying against Sue's breasts, the more my little head was thinking of my marital privileges and responsibilities. Sue lifted my face to hers, kissing me, "Me too, I always want you in the morning."We shifted around and I slid gently and. Mmm the champagne bubbles are as much fun as the soap ones sweetheart. We get a little silly and splash each other, having fun like children. We wash each other gently and thoroughly all over paying attention to warm erotic places and enjoying the feeling of being washed by loving hands... I remove the pins from my hair and shake my head to let it fall around my shoulders - will you wash it for me please? It is so sensual to feel your warm strong hands massaging my scalp with the creamy scented. .in the deepest places where fantasy is born... you feel unfulfilled."You start to understand where the showman was going with all this."I've already tried my fair share of sexual simulators, but thanks..." you say."Of course you have. That's my point," the man says. "That's why you feel unsatisfied. No ill will towards my co-inventors, but I'm afraid their inventions are so... how shall I put it? So... now."The man takes you by the elbow and leads you past a couple of stalls to a small door. She looked at Blake and then she looked at me. She asked nervously, "Paula, are you alright?"I nodded. I wasn't looking forward to this, but I recognized the signals that my pussy was sending my brain and the truth was that I was excited. So yes, I guess I would have to say that I was alright.Blake smiled and invited Karen inside. I groaned in fear. I didn't want any of my friends brought into this.Karen came in, but she kept a nervous eye on Blake as he closed the door behind her and said in a.