I’ll tickle you here, ‘cuz I’m a ratfink, and I LOVE to see your breasts jiggle as you laff!!! Then I’ll move down to your pubic area…. Oh, ...God, Andréa, you’ve just finished shaving your pussy and it’s free of all stubble! It’s as smooth as the rest of your body… Maybe smoother!!! And with the olive oil and your own natural lubricant (‘lubricunt?’) it’s the smoothest, slickest place on Earth!!! I’ll climb over you at this point, letting the hairs on my chest tickle your bare breasts, turning. Harem, if that is the designation you would prefer, but it does not project the proper view of our ... arrangement. Diana is the head of our marriage under her husband, and he leaves most decisions to her unless she refuses for some reason or other. But, there is far more to it than that. We have something. Something that ties us together. More and more, we seem to know what the other wife is thinking. Oh, not telepathy. At least I don’t think it is, but somehow, there is something that helps. Alan lay naked beside her still fast asleep. His penis was hard and sticky with emissions. She turned and faced him and held his erection gently in her hand. She loved him and was pleased that he seemed contented. She didn’t understand him; she couldn’t understand the mind of a cuckold; just like she couldn’t understand the mind of someone like Bradley, who enjoyed cuckolding other men. But there again, she couldn’t understand why a woman like herself would want to cuckold her husband either.. Of course, I don't have many people to compare her to. She did well today, I was the one who didn't hold up my end." Did your offer of penance get you out of the dog house with her?" Yes, except she told me that she wasn't even mad at me after that first day." And, did you believe her when she said that? It doesn't appear to me that the facts support her contention." I'm pretty sure she is no longer mad at me. She asked me to phone her tonight."This conversation was taking place with me about.