"I went out laughing and went to see if there were any spaces left for myhair to be done. Since I was wearing a wig it would be styling it. Iwas in ...luck as they had a selection of wigs in my colour, so theyrecommended one for tonight which they would be put in my room duringtea."I'd like you to come in tomorrow at nine," said the hairdresser as shehelped me put on my original wig. "I think your hair is long enough tohave a hairclip extension. That way you won't need a hot wig when you goon. He had created what he called an apple room. That was where he stored things like toilet paper and paper towels. There wasn’t much else down there. He thought about making a tool room. He thought about a lot of things like that. When he originally bought the house he hoped to make it a place where he could start a family and raise kids. He wanted a real family with children of his own and a wife. Brought up mostly in foster homes as a kid he’d watched television shows that depicted the. So our life went on. I am going to take a small break here, and let my wives have a small bit to say.Hi, I'm Linda; Susan and I have been reading what Mark has been writing. I don't mind him telling our story. He has of course changed all the names. I would caution the readers, that while it sounds like it is all fun and games, it took real commitment on all our parts to make this work. But on the other hand, for someone like me who is bi-sexual, our arrangement is perfect. Again, this is more. She could feel my hard dick twitching inside her and knew that my release was imminent so worked herself more to get off at the same time I did. I growled as my whole body went rigid. I grabbed Sandra’s hips and forced every bit of my cock into her bowels. I felt the cum race up the length of my shaft and explode inside her. My hips rocked back, only to surge forward again as I felt more cum racing through me. Spurt after spurt flooded into her as my balls were drained. It was a VERY.