“You should come round and have a look,” Carol said, so we arranged that for Friday night. That was siginificant too: Friday night. It was one of ...the traditional going-out nights, when you were supposed to have special things to do. So to agree to meet up on such a night, was to bestow a sort of honour on the other person. She and I were, according to each other's weekend status. Carol lived in a house with a large garden of gravel and fish ponds, with big wrought iron gates. A host of cats. But it also seemed to have a real purpose. With every labia on labia stroking, and with each hot plunge my June’s cunt took into the depths of Lady Bianca’s mentoring, lavish cunt, I could sense my sweet wife slowly letting go of something.Inhibitions? Fears? Months of some sort of pent up frustration? Months of some kind of stress? Whatever the case, it was becoming apparent that June’s cunt needed whatever Lady Bianca’s cunt was giving it, whatever it is that only two women in a thigh to. She put her legs around John’s waist to pullhim in and raised her hips to make sure he was all theway in. I could tell that she was having an orgasmwhile she was rubbing her clit against John’s pubichair by the way she was shaking and moaning intoJohn’s mouth as she kissed him.I came just after Wendy started coming. Actually, Istarted coming just after I realized that John wasn’tusing a condom. Wendy and I had been trying to start afamily since we’d been married. Eventually, still embedded in her cunt, he said, "My love, we must get up. Even Emirs have to work."It was the first time he had addressed her as a human being and she was immensely encouraged by it. So encouraged, in fact, that she dared to ask him something.«Master, my best Master, may Maryam ask something?» she inquired in French."Of course," said David, basking in the afterglow of his wonderful orgasms, deep inside this lovely body.«If we have a son, will I be a wife?» she asked, trembling.