Looking at the altar, Danica thought, despite the fact the features looked more like the local people than her own, that the god looked familiar. She ...tared and thought for a moment, but just could not place the name of the god she was thinking of. He was depicted as both a man with a crescent moon set in his forehead and a man with a heron head and a crescent moon emblem on a chain at his breast.Danica was so busy studying the altar and other art in the room that she didn't even hear the. Lately, it's been several notches at once. It wasn't too long ago that shefound my stash of porn. There were loads (and when I say loads, I mean LOADS)of movies, stories, pictures and the like. Needless to say, she wasn't toohappy about it. Most women probably wouldn't be. She took it rather personally. I was embarrassed. Even thoughmost men like porn in one form or another, try explaining that to your wife.I didn't want her to think less of me. Losing her love and respect wouldbe. So I ran my hand down your body and over your mound with its trimmed blonde bush. I reached your slit and understood just how wet you were. Your juices had run down your crack and made a damp patch on the sheets. My two fingers slid in easily and I started to finger fuck your slippery cunt. After some slow stroking I stretched you vertically, and then I stretched you horizontally so my fingers caressed the opposite walls of your pussy. You cried out that it wasn’t enough – you needed more. So I. "Great race, honey." This is what I train for, remember?" Erik said with a sarcastic undertone."Your hard work paid off today, Erik," Gloria added."Let's celebrate. There's a great little restaurant across town with the best cheesecake ever." The offer was Liza's attempt to smooth things over with Erik."I can't eat that. You should know better by now. I have to eat a specific diet when I'm in the middle of a race schedule. Have you forgotten everything I've told you?"Erik gave Liza a long glare.