His insight. They had come to depend on him, in particular, to tell them about his bedroom adventures with his wife. His tales were fantasy fodder for...some, he knew, which secretly pleased him. If all went according to plan — and why shouldn’t it? — tonight’s dispatch would not disappoint. The evening would begin with a succulent dinner of pork tenderloin in a rosemary-ginger marinade, tiny spears of young asparagus and roasted new potatoes, with raspberry sorbet for dessert. Nothing too. Only the youngest son is ours. If our marriage is not ecstatically happy, we are at least content with each other and the choices we have made – and we do love each other. I am the more assertive, outgoing person in the relationship and, as my occupation suggests, I am also highly creative. In addition to interior design I write poetry, and I have a burning ambition to write a novel. Someday, maybe – who knows? Anyway, scanning the internet one weekend, I discovered Lush Stories. I had. I lay on the bed with my legs over the end spread wide and she sat on my stomach to my shaft close to the crotch.She started by lightly playing with my hard shaft and balls then grasped my shaft and rapidly stroked lifting my balls so her right hand pounded them painfully.Soon my spunk was building up but she felt that and lessened her grasp on my shaft bur pounded my balls hard so the pain made my spunk recede. They as my shaft started to soften she grasped my shaft hard and lessened the. He had long fingernails even. Gulping, Brandon looked back at Beth, who's clothes no longer fit her in the least. He didn't even recognize her when he looked at her. At least not as his baby-sitter. Instead, she looked just like one of the kids that he went to school with. And more specifically, she looked just like his reflection in the mirror. She was shifting between staring at herself in disbelief and at Brandon, shock clearly visible on her face. Finally Brandon gasped and said the.