Snowballing, my beautiful wife explained to me while my erection pulsated in her soft hand, was when the man would reach orgasm in the woman's mouth, ...ut then, instead of swallowing it, she would pass the load back to the man via a passionate kiss, and he would swallow it.As I mentioned already, I had not heard of this before, and despite my state of near-orgasmic arousal, it did not appeal to me. While it was true my wife had swallowed countless mouthfuls of my semen, and if I had to guess how. Sally came over and sat down with me on the sofa. I guessed the few glasses of wine she had, had not cured her problem. “Still feeling a little out of sort” I said, “yer, and you not wanting to see me with nothing on. Ahh the penny dropped. Adam must have said something to Sally when we had the conversation in the pub that evening. “Also” she said in a commanding voice, Helen still lets me know how good the party was. “Where’s Adam” I asked, “Off on business trip, the project has hit a problem. A real prison."Hey!" she said, much weaker than she'd intended to. Her throat was dry. She let out a cough and tried to sit upright. She was barefoot, wearing only a dull coloured jumpsuit, featureless save for a number embroided into it, covering her right breast, and a miniature zip at the front that led from her neck all the way down to her crotch.No, she was wearing more than just the jumpsuit. She reached down tentatively to feel her crotch. She was still in the belt! In prison, she. He didn’t give much thought to the fact that the oiled layer of the leather jacket had become impregnated with tiny pieces of crystal from when they rubbed together, while he was trying to get back through the cleft. Nor, about the fact, that he had showered himself in crystal shards when he had been throwing the rocks. Several had even fallen down his shirt front.Trae checked his racks and decided the meat was dry enough to finish packing. He got it packed and dowsed his fires and disassembled.