Then all three of us could have some fun.I suppose it all started in a kind of innocent way. I liked nothing better to do than to watch my lovely wife... getting dressed. I'd lie on the bed and watch her pull on her black pantyhose positioning myself so that her pussy was just inches away from my nose. It's lovely just to lay there and breathe in her sexy scent. This developed into me lying on my back and she would deliberately back onto my face teasing me, from there it became serious pantyhose. Harris picked up the device and it was like it came to life in his hands. the intricate gold weavings that had an industrial look to it separated like a plant blooming, and revealed a black mirror. for a brief moment he saw himself. but no it wasn't himself it was a piece of himself that he never let talk to anyone. this version of himself was cruel, self important, and had an air of power and kingship that Harris never had the status to put on. but now he wanted to. who was this me in the. Jeff?s hands slid from Julie?s back around to the sides of each of her cups. Ever so gently he raised one orb and than the other to his mouth so that he could take in the taste and the texture of her young, pert nipples. I heard a low moan escape from Julie as my husband alternatively sucked and tongued her chest.As she moaned, I noticed that her hands had moved from Jeff?s neck to his lap. While her body blocked my direct view, the motion of her arms and the location of her hands suggest that. She told me that over the years she had found quite a few secret doors, passageways, and hiding places through the house. I asked her to show them to me, but she said that it might be fun if I looked for them myself and it would give me something to do on rainy days. After about a half hour of looking, I found a small lever on the inside edge of the bookcase. I pulled it out and one entire section of the bookcase pushed in to reveal an opening. With flashlight in hand, I went forward into the.