”John pulled himself out of Numa’s clasping love tunnel, as he was already deflating after emptying into Numa for a second time.“I hate to leave...you again, Numa, but you are right. I had better get dressed and prepare for the journey. I will go to the fisher village and take my directions from there, for they talked with the messenger on his buffalo steed. As it happens, I want to ask questions of the fisher folk about how they build their boats.”“Why do you want to ask that, John? We are not. It. Was. Gorgeous. There was a living room that led off to several bedrooms, the furniture a soft, sleek gray that matched gray, maze-like pattern of the carpeting. Beautiful paintings hung on the wall. The doors leading to the bedroom were double French doors with curtains for privacy. It was nicer than our first apartment. Way nicer. It was even bigger.“Wow,” I said, smiling at my husband. “Just...wow.”“Yeah,” he grinned. “Nothing but the best for my bimbo wives.”“There's potpourri,” gushed. Now I'm get worried. The without any warning I'm pulled off the bed and dropped on the floor. The next two hours were a nightmare of ripping and tearing sounds. That Bottom was never seen or heard about again.No! That's horrible. Not even a final laundering?Nope. Straight to the dumpster. Whoa there Top, hold on, you're looking a little bleached. Now, that is about as bad as it gets. usually it's justa job, but sometimes... Oh come on. Don't short me now.Okay. It was my thirty-third bed and I. I felt another little trickle of cum join the first one on my inner thigh. I debated on going to the bathroom and decided it was just too risky. I didn't even want to look in there. Cleanup was just going to have to wait.I was going to really like working with these guys. I hadn't had an orgasm like that in my whole short married life."Here's what I was thinking Charlie," said Randy. "I will give you the company credit card, You pick out the furniture and have it delivered no later than a week.