The walls were stone decorated with arcane banners and shelves of potions, in the middle there was a big cauldron with arcane markings all around its ...ircular external. The room was almost overcluttered with potions and arcane texts if it wasn't so large there definitely wouldn't be enough room to hold everything here, it was tidy and well organized from what she could see it was just to the brink of being overfull.Then suddenly she heard a woman's voice. "I see you taking in all the sights my. Women are always late ... it's in the manual, page 193; paragraph two: 'Be late.' Women have been studying the manual since conception. Men do not get a copy."David?" she asked at his door. "I'm ready." I'm not." You're not?" No." Why not?"Junior stepped around the companionway. "I washed his clothes," she confessed. Trying for a little redemption, she said, "They were on the bunk ... clothes on the bunk get washed ... it's in my job description."Andrea started to laugh..."Dry clean only?" she. He climbed up on the bed, and straddled myhead. My wife, slowly fed his dick to me, telling me to "lick itclean, a good girl never leaves her man messy". After licking himclean, it sprang to life and she told me to suck him off, and shewanted to watch. She positioned herself in a chair next to thebed as he mouth fucked me, sliding his dick in and out of mymouth, leaving me wanting more. Finally, he pushed his cock allthe way in, into my throat. He increased his tempo until he shotanother load. I was way too nervous to speak coherently to the goddess; her mere presence rendered me speechless. "Tell me yours first," I croaked, hoping to buy some time to come up with something that sounded coherent.Kim smiled and said, "Okay. What if we take turns?" I nodded yes as I took a sip of my Coke. The combination of caffeine and sugar started to settle my system down."Let's see, my name is Kimberly Taylor. I graduated from Parkville Senior High in Baltimore, Maryland, three and a half years.