Ginger, at least, raised her head and thumped her tail as I entered the room. My wife seemed dead to the world. I realized that it would be counter-pr...ductive to wake her because if she was that tired, she might not be able to think logically. Besides, one more day wouldn’t hurt; I could talk to her tomorrow night.On Thursday, several boxes arrived at my office by courier from Tony’s former tax firm. After opening a couple of boxes, I realized that they had sent nothing in an electronic format.. We had drinks and I asked where his wife was. He laughed and said she was in Florida visiting her sister. He looked at me admiringly, “Remind me Jade, what age were you last birthday?”“I was twenty-one Brad; why?”“You’ve kept yourself well Jade; a comfortable home and husband; no kids to pull you down. And you’ve got yourself looking great to see me; so tell me what this is all about?”The villain was right; he could see I was after something, so I came right out and told him. “ I wrecked. "An ancient text I guess, seems to be preceding the Incas! It looks like an animal of some sort is depicted, so maybe a farming manual or agricultural record?" I glanced at the letters, using my natural gift for languages combined with my major in South American Ancient Cultures. They seemed to indicate a direction, probably south, as it showed icy mountains. Although there were enough of those to go around, any direction you went."A map, maybe?" I guessed, looking at the arbitrary placement of. Remembering the sight of her as she thrashed under the fulfilled fantasy of incest with her sister and her husband. Who would have guessed this woman held such a passionate and kinky desire - held so long as she grew up with the slightly older sister - that lowered her upper crust breeding to that of a common slut. Tim smiled he remembered the sight of the gray haired woman sucking her own sisters tit, and then later, the sisters younger husband's cock.It had been so easy, thought Tim. While.