By the time we had expanded our guest rooms we’d be training up to thirty people a weekend, or almost sixteen hundred a year. Granted they weren’t...slaves, but still, that was a lot of Improved people. In the end though, I gave in to Kristen and let her decide what to do. I reminded Kristen that there was a reason I wanted her to be free. I needed my wife to be herself and make decisions like this on her own. I loved and trusted my wife, and she should feel that love and freedom every day. She. I found myself staring at Shayla. She looked great. She was wearing white baggy pants and a light blue tight T. They approached the group as Alex came out of our cabin, looking extremely tired. We headed off. The parents at the front as we all trailed along behind having a laugh along the way.Tony and Alex walked with the parents, discussing the price of renting homes, while James, Mark and Laura ran around the forest near us throwing pine cones at each other. Me, Shayla and David were left at. When I told her about my special fantasy, she was very turned on, so together we explored this theme thoroughly.My fantasies became borderline perverse. I thought of having loud sex in my room while she was home, and when she’d knock on my door, I would tell her to come in and would ejaculate on her. I also liked imagining my mother getting pounded by a hard cock, how she’d scream while I’d jerk off on the side of the bed. Another favourite of mine was to be bathed by my mom and how she’d. As he opened his mouth to say something she cut him off, “Stop talking and just suck!" she demanded with a laugh. After some more nibbling and kissing his lips started their journey back up her calf, passed her knee and up her inner thigh. As she opened her legs, he was rewarded with the smell of her sex, it was then that it occurred to him that she smelt different to his wife. Would she taste different? he wondered. That thought intrigued him, it wasn't ever anything he had thought about and.