“My love.”“Our love,” said Hannah dreamily behind him.“Our love,” Emily continued. “Yes, agreed. Hannah and I have talked this over with... Jada and Toshi and Frida. Don’t’ you remember all the laughing smiles your wives were sharing with us before we left?Mark was stunned. What had his wives done? “Well, I guess I do. And they were shielding something from me in our links. I didn’t press.”“No, of course not. You’re much too polite for that. That’s part of the reason Hannah and I love you so. As I lead you inside I look back with that sly grin you love. The one that tells you that I can be as daring and as dirty as you. Or more so! We’ve talked about this fantasy so many times over the phone that we know exactly what to do. I walk to the far sink and lean over it, spreading my legs for you. You know I rarely wear panties, but I still hear you moan softly as you pull my skirt up and see my bare ass and already very wet pussy. Everything is shaved and perfect for you. I have. And why was she making life uncomfortable for me when a normal Defence Attorney would be coddling me through my evidence? It was part of a strategy to show that I didn’t have enough anger in me to murder my wife. ‘On the 23rd of August, let me see,’ I was stretching. I wanted to keep those eyes focused on mine. I knew that I could hold the stare longer than just about anyone and this was becoming a competition between myself and her, a competition that I just had to win. ‘The 23rd, Oh yes, I. I was apprehensiveat first but he told me to just close my eyes, relax and enjoy the feelingof his touch. My apprehension started to slip away as his soft caress’smoved further down my body. I felt him undue the button on my pants then the zipper as his hand keptlightly massaging further and further downwards. I was starting to rhythmicallypump my hips up and down off the couch hoping he knew about that magical littlespot between my legs. This all came so natural to me. His hand finally.