I think I know one more thing that might help with his spankings.”She returned with this piece of wood that was about 15 inches long and had long st...aps attacked to it. “Is it okay if I try it on him?” The young woman asked my wife.“Go ahead. I’m interested in seeing what it does.” My wife said.“I noticed your husband tends to move his knees together when being spanked. This was made for something else, but lets see what this does?”So she put the wood on the seat of the chair between my knees. His mouth muscle ventures deeper into her welcoming entrance. With water streaming down his face, Chance finds her clit. And as he begins to nibble on the tiny pebble of flesh, Jill starts to grind against his face and lips. Her moaning increases from a mere hum beneath the noise of the water to a buzz of pleasure roaring over the cascading bedlam until she shudders, her twat twitching against his mouth.Jill grabs his hair and pulls his head back from her crotch. She looks down at him. “That’s. In the center, the heart of the Butterfly. I probed with a sharpened tongue on his tight asshole. He had loosened by now, expecting this I suppose, and I persisted, forcing my tongue against his sphincter, hardly believing I was doing this. I felt the tip go in. Son of a gun – he’s eating me out and I’ve got my tongue into his ass! And John’s watching all this! “I’m going to fuck your ass with my tongue just like you did for me, James, so relax it.” Believe it or not, I was a little. Could I have done things differently? Perhaps. And maybe I would also somehow have emerged intact on the other side of the nightmare that I faced – different from today, but still whole. No one can ever really know ‘the road not taken’. I do know how much I miss her. There is not a day which goes by without me thinking of her some time. My favorite time is early morning, when I lie in bed, half awake (and half asleep). I like to let my thoughts drift to her, curling up on my side and imagining.