Why make a bed you were going to strip off its sheets later? He knew there might be housewives who were anal enough to do it, but Reese was more easyg...ing than that.There seemed to be a number of little anomalies. To someone who lived by Quality Assurance, anomalies were warning signs. He felt a slight shiver pass through his body as he went downstairs. He shook it off. The toiler seat, the made bed, the small load wash? They were all seemingly insignificant little things, but they were out of. As a generally submissive hubby as he is ha always massages my feet, licks my toes, then proceeds up to caress my butt and pussy and he eats my pussy for a while before fucking. We do this for extended periods and my hubby likes to be slapped kicked and scolded during the act.He gets a real hard on if I shout at him saying, “come on your son of a bitch shove your tongue deeper into my ass” or “lick my feet you idiot” and the like. Days passed by and it was a routine that the boy never used to. A soft gasp escapes from your mouth, followed by a welcoming sign as the ice slides across your shoulders. Your head rolls to the side and you pull your hair out of the path of your new sub-zero friend. Holding ice in both my hands allows my icy massage to melt and leaves dozens of watery lines streaking down your body. With gentle ease, your body moved and your towel dropped to the floor. Seizing the moment, my ice coated fingers, worked the tension from your spine. Dropping to my knees and. . need you..." the voice was soft, and seemed to come from everywhere. I felt a touch on my shoulder, and shook gently with apprehension as the shape seemed to be right behind me."You ... I know you..." I whispered, my eyes roaming over the shifting shape. Red color, red hair. Long, unbound, flowing. A face that seemed all angles, one that I had seen before. A pale hand, that would not move from its position, but seemed to flicker in and out of focus. It lay on my shoulder, and I could feel the.