The recordings give me plenty of entertainment during the week. Kim, my wife, just doesn't like sex any more - she'd rather eat, sleep and breathe her...volleyball team.I can disappear unnoticed for hours into my hidden viewing bunker - its attached to the pool house and hidden behind a false wall.The stories that I'm about to relate started to happen about 2 months ago.KELLYKelly was our player of the match. Scoring heavily and ensuring that our team wins its match. The whole team is on a high -. Kneeling at her feet, I eased off her Chinese Laundries, running one hand slowly down the back of each leg as I loosened straps with the other. Her calves were so highly developed I could feel the deep cuts between individual muscles like long, warm channels beneath my fingers. At one point, just after a shoe had completely left her foot, its weight passing completely into my hands, I looked up at her our eyes locked. It seemed I could see something of doe and huntsman (huntwoman? huntsperson?). They looked like they must have been local talent hired for just this job.I dropped from the roof and headed to the front yard to do something about this rather inept invasion. There were enough bushes in the yard (thank you, Mom) to provide the cover I needed to slip up on the three stooges. I was not worried about the guns as much as I was about the jug of gasoline. I didn't know what fire could do to me, but I figured that I didn't want to find out if I could bypass it.The man with the jug. ” She said, “Maybe I’m one of those piss-craving maniacs I saw on some of those websites! They can’t all be paid bimbos, can they? That was so cool to do, and I didn’t mind the taste or anything. It was too fucking kinky and you just wasted me, baby. What a wonderful welcome home.”“John honey, do you think we could do this with our Toys sometime?” “Whew, I don’t know, babe. It may be too far out and freaky for them. It almost is for ME! If I hadn’t been away almost a whole week and hadn’t.