"You know I can't," I whispered raggedly hanging on to his hands to center myself, fingers interlaced. "Besides, what would there be left for us to do...if we went there?" I asked trying to bring things to a more teasing level. "I can think of plenty of things to do. I want to be inside you, feel you wrapped around me while I take you places you have never reached before.” "I can think of plenty of things too,” I admitted, undone by the picture he was painting with his words. I gathered every. They also come with projectile vomiting, poopy diapers, exhausting sleepless nights and constant inquisitive questions about life. Keeping up is challenging and well worth it, but exhausting to be sure. He had to hand it to his wife. She did it all with nobility, love, and no complaints. She kept their home immaculate, raised their children to be strong and self sufficient, and was a loving companion. His wife wasn’t one of ‘those women’ who once married, became hags who ran around in their. I’ve never found you more sexy than this weekend. I want you to do whatever you feel like. Like this morning. If you want to suck Mike’s dick or have him bend you over then I want you to do it. I want you to have as many orgasms as possible this weekend.“Ok. You know you’re my love right?”“Yes. And I love you for allowing us to do this. Why don’t you go shower with Mike.”It didn’t take too much convincing as Sarah jumped up and walked to the bathroom. I laid back on the bed and waited a couple. It is your secret to take and not to give. Keep it safe. Keep it hidden. Keep it away. It fears fire.'Joanne navigated her way to the antique elevator and found her way into the wine cellar, filled with barrels and bottles of wine generations old for parties only. She used to remember playing by herself when she was little, acting like it was a cave filled with monsters and treasure.She did not know what she was looking for exactly, but she guessed the letter had some kind of clue. Then she saw.