” He confirmed.“I am.” Steve glanced at Johnson. “Though I had help.”“I’m sure you did.” John replied dryly.Her skirt was short, her l...gs long, made even more so by the heels she wore. Her blouse was thin, though not transparent. She had a coat that matched the skirt material, hung over one arm, and a small leather case in the other hand. Her icy gray eyes regarded his sunglasses, as though she could see right through them. A hint of smile hovered over her mouth. His one hand trembled and his. She remembered, of course. And yes, there was this huge, sinister realm of dark creatures. Somewhere - as a backcloth to her memories - there was this world of magical, supernatural powers. With its leering faces, angelic eyes.It was her world, her magic. Or was it?Who was she?Her body lay stretched in darkness. It felt like a smoldering fire. She felt the bruises, of course. She felt the heat in her crotch, in her ass. But most of all, there was this glow. It was a low, sweet, caressing glow.. "So, I get to choose dinner and presumably where to eat it. I also get to sleep with our husband first tonight. My, oh my! Well, supper's easy to pick. I want chicken-fried steak with mashed potatoes, and I know a nice bar and grill that serves it. Just because I can't drink now doesn't mean that you shouldn't. I'll be the designated driver. I will enjoy watching your pleasure from booze, and I'll draw mine from that. Besides, I'll have fun taking advantage of you in your drunken state,". Once we were at the Smiths house, it was decided that the men would change in the guest bathroom while the women changed in the master bedroom. I watched Mr Smith get undressed and I couldn't believe my good luck. He had the body of a triathlete, and a fat, well-hung, meaty cock. I started to throw a rod looking at him, wondering at the same time what his reaction would be. I was delighted when he reached over, cupped my balls, and gave them a squeeze."Like what you see?" he asked."Who.