Please remember I am recording our conversations and am likely to use extracts in my new novel, without acknowledgements of course. This is a secret j...st between we two. I need to spice up and modernize language in my writing as will benefit by having you as my associate.’ ‘I’m fine with that Hannah.’ * * * Three months later, when Joseph was away at a law convention with his PA who posed as his wife, a Mustang arrived at the front entrance of Hampton Meadows Manor. ‘Gee this place looks. The scene before me was amazing. I was watching a live porno and my wife was the star. I started to stroke my cock with one hand, and I reached back from the front seat with the other and lifted her skirt so Greg could have easier access to her."Let me help you," I heard Greg say as he pulled my wife’s skirt off."Mmm, I can smell your cunt. Man, can you smell your wife's cunt, she smells just like a slut?" he said.I just nodded. The inside of my car was filled with the aroma of my Daisy’s. The alarm finally buzzed off at 7:30 am. Nancy threw the pillow over her head and shouted, ‘Roommate what the heck? It’s Sunday! Turn that noisy alarm off!’ I giggled, ‘I’m going to mass this morning—you want to tag along?’ Nancy with the pillow over her head, said, ‘Naw, tell that Pope fella, I’ll catch it all on the tube! Roommate, be sure and say one of those ‘Mary Hale’ things for me!’ I laughed, ‘Okay, but it’s a ‘Hail Mary’ and he is a priest not the Pope,’ I said, getting out of my bed. And I just stood there and let her do it. I was stunned at how great my legs looked! They were firm, lean, and sleek. No fat on them at all. And now with no hair, they were hot! I had great legs.She shaved the rest of the hair on my chest (the rest had been falling off on its own). I soon only had hair on my head, and in my crotch, where you could no longer see my penis at all. Where it had once protruded, now I had a slit.I looked up at Brooke, as she slid her finger into it and explored. I.