When some guest comes to our house, he always thinks that i am doing something wrong. He had a problem in my talking with them, laughing with them. I ...as a very jovial person but due to him now i have to remain quite for days. Initial days of marriage were fine. He was ok. Not that active but still he used to take interest in me, i was not stopped to wear all these type of clothes. But once there was a party at our place and i being the host was handing the guest very actively since he was busy. I wanted to--believe me. My cunt was wet from the second I saw him, after what you'd told me. He came on to me, all right-- he had me take off my clothes and show him what I looked like nude. So he could anticipate the pictures I'd shoot for the magazine. I was dripping on the floor. But I just couldn't fuck him. He came up behind me and started fingering my slit... and I let him, until I was practically coming. But when he tried to put his cock into me, I just chickened out. I told him I was a. "Perhaps," he says, "it depends on who you are and what you find sacred. My aid will either help you or curse you. It all depends on the color of your soul." "What do you want us to do?" I ask. My mind is spinning and my rational thought is beaten. "All I want you to do is to love each other." He extends his hand and scrapes the skin of my forehead, I can feel the warmth exit my body and crawl down my face. I cannot move, I am in shock. He turns to Amy, who, paralyzed with fear, remains. They're good and now that they have been through one real hairy battle they're eager for more. Not only that they listen more now. They've learned the power of working together and that discipline on the battlefield isn't just a bunch of hot air. By losing little Davy Mason and Fritz Wagner they also learned that it can happen to them and they're a lot more careful." I've some more interesting information. From data that we've found here as well as aboard the captured Buccaneer I can tell you.