Late evening, I was sitting out on the balcony listening to an old hoot owl singing a courting song and remembering the sweet memories of our love act...ons after marriage. The atmosphere was warm, so I made myself comfortable by wearing only white tee shirt and silky black panties. As I sat half listening and half thinking, my cell phone rang. I shivered with a thrill of excitement as I recognized the caller number on the cell phone screen, call from Rajesh, my man Rajesh. I had been fidgety. I have agreed to write this if he promises not to change a word. So dear reader this is all true. You know Dave is a fit horny 30 ish bloke. He would never comment on his dick but it’s bigger than my current boyfriend’s. He fits my pussy very snugly. He continues to deny that he enjoyed the follow events but believe me, he asks for a repeat performance! I am a couple of years younger. Ex swimming costume model with the necessary 38DD’s, trim waist and hand grabbing hips. Your typical long. I was in love with her. It was always her for me. It just reinforced it after we made love.’ ‘What made you sleep with her? Did she seduce you or you her?’ Kent wasn’t sure he wanted the answer but the question was already out. ‘Neither. It just sort of happened one day when I was leaving from having lunch. We didn’t think about it being wrong until long after. By then it didn’t really matter. I told her I loved her that day. And she said it right back. No hesitations.’ ‘Then why not just tell. We found Hercules with a breeder of English Mastiffs. I’ve shared my other toys with him, but he Needs Megan’s agreement/permission if he wants to use one of Megan’s toys.”“Wait other toys, as in more than one not here?”“Oh, that’s right, you don’t know about Artemis, well for now, her name is Horny Bitch Duchess. The Matriarchy sent another agent to assassinate me. She failed. This one had a buried submissive streak and it’s pushing some of my buttons. I’ll probably keep her. Hercules, show.