Her ass is large and also perfectly shaped, and her pussy is gorgeous and well-groomed. On her back is a large, black-inked tattoo of wings.It is the ...year 2234. It is well into the space age. Justine, like the majority of the world's population, lives in the metropolis of Metropolis, a large city-state that is the center of the world's economy and everything else. Metropolis has a very limited government that does little to stop the criminal groups and corrupt moguls who are slowly taking over. ‘Do you remember a couple of women at the retreat?’ she asked Fran suddenly. ‘I didn’t actually see them…’ She flushed as she remembered that she had been hiding in the toilet at the time, then searched her memory. ‘Older women, one of them was called…Linda? Lydia?’ Fran frowned. ‘Could be Lydia Goldman. She’s general manager of DIS. I don’t remember anyone else of that name. Didn’t talk to her though.’ ‘Might be worth getting in touch with her,’ Monica said. A quick search brought up the. "We could make him our husband," she said firmly.The other three wives looked at her in shock. Tahani spoke first."He is an infidel. Have you not heard of their perversity?" He is a man," Jamilah replied, "an intelligent and caring man. I believe that his lovemaking would reflect that. Yes, he is a nonbeliever, but he seems to respect our beliefs. Is the thought of him as our husband so repugnant?"Her eyes swept the other women as she asked the question. Tahani looked at her wide-eyed, but it. But I will be alone for one week, that is for sure.Me: It’s very nice.She: Can you drop your wife at her place and spend time with me?Me: (surprised) Why should my wife go to her place without reason?She: Please make it. I want to spend the whole night with you.Me: I will make a plan. Tell me when you will be alone.Then we both left for home. But I didn’t understand why she asked me to drop my wife at her place. She can manage by taking leave, and we both can fuck at her place. Many questions.