I just smiled and sent Sammie a “good work” message in our silent language.I decided the men needed to be reassured, so I said, “We are both tot...lly happy in our marriages. We each love our husband with all our heart. We are totally satisfied and fulfilled. Sammie is just saying that if we are 7000 miles from nowhere, and we feel a strong connection to someone we are not married to, we should all be able to act on it without drama or feeling guilty.”“It seems pretty practical.” Sam said.“You. I'm not going to be a photo eunuch anymore." Your career's over," he predicted, looking at me with a mixture ofpity and annoyance. "Mine probably is, too." He made a few adjustmentsto his tripod and his camera. He glared at me over the instruments ofhis art. "Could you manage a fucking smile, at least?"I didn't much feel like smiling at the moment, but I did. After all, Iam a professional.An hour later, Carlos had taken all the photos the waning sunlightwould allow, and we drove back to our. ” She knew what it meant. She remembered the last time she sent the same message to Bill. Bill made reservations at their favorite restaurant. They had a nice quiet dinner. They went immediately to the bedroom as soon as they got home. Bill removed her clothes and gently laid her on the bed. He then removed his clothes and gave her a full body massage. He then ate her pussy until she came. He then fucked her until she came again. He rolled off of her after he emptied a load inside his wife’s. ”“You’ve not bathed at all since we crashed, human, and my nose is a hundred times more sensitive than yours. You’re not exactly fresh yourself, you’re secreting pheromones and hormones that you aren’t even aware of. I can even smell traces of the deodorant that you put on a few days ago, citrus, bad choice. Should have gone with lavender, not that it would do you any good now.”“At least I don’t wash myself with my tongue,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his knees and staring at the.