Pouring more on and washing his belly, giving it a little tweak at the sides and watching him shiver. Looking down and then back at him, I grinned and... squatted down again, licking my lips as I watched his reaction.“Who’s that for?” I asked, with his cock bobbing within inches of my face.“Erm.”I giggled at his inability to form coherent thoughts. “Not enough blood to make a decision? That’s a pity.”I washed the front of his legs in much the same way as I had the backs, the only thing this time. He pulled outagain, very slowly. She wanted tobeg him to go faster, but before she could say anything he was pushinginto her again, and he started kissingher again. He used two fingers togently andslowly stroke her clit, and shestarted moaning, but nothing came out because he kept kissing her. Hecontinued to move his giant dick inand out of her cunt, very slowly. Heswallowed all of her moans ofpleasure into his kisses. He stoppedkissing her and she gasped for air. She was engulfed inpleasure,. They are indisposed.”I discussed the meaning of ‘emergency’ and Summer went to call the meeting.Minutes later, a sleepy Lord Oak Leaf called the meeting to order.I described the situation up through first bell last evening. We discussed Dolphin’s idea that deep shadow touch could hurt someone more than they could heal on their own.“Have you run across discussions of the village of Saltfisher’s Dock before?” Lady Elizabeth asked.I only learned of Saltfisher’s Dock two days ago. It was. I noticed those photos had been started almost four months ago, when my wife’s libido picked up, but these photos of my wife going from posing with her gym buddies to exposing herself were taken over the course of a month. The next month’s photos showed my wife getting felt and fingered, but doing some feeling of her own. It was obvious that as she lost weight, she got more confident with herself and more comfortable with these strange men. Photos of her rubbing dicks through their outfits.