As I opened the first email I was astounded. The wife was absolutely beautiful; firm shapely breasts, a tight tummy, a beautiful shaved pussy with her... inviting lips protruding and a great shot of her bent over with an inviting ass beckoning me. The husband was no less impressive. He looked handsome, had a musclely torso, a decent sized cock and was (like myself) quite hairless all over.We began to exchange text messages, firstly just myself and the husband then the wife joined in. We exchanged. Jill said, "Who does he think he is?" He's someone who thinks he can tell us to tear out the garden. He wrote me a ticket." A ticket?" Jane asked.John pulled the ticket out of his pocket. He said, "We've got three days to remove the garden or we'll get hit with a $250 fine."Flabbergasted, Jane said, "You're kidding?" No. If we fight it, I could end up going to jail." That's ridiculous. I've never heard of such a thing," Jane said."That's what the man told me. If I fight, I'll be fighting it. “Butch”, whispered Pamela into Moïra’s ear. The boss pinched Pamela’s nipple and the two women kissed. Moïra could feel a few drops of Pamela’s cunt juices on her thigh. They were already getting horny. As soon as the second woman walked in, the scene changed. Marsha was out of the game and reluctantly retreated behind the cash register. She had been out-butched. It was between Chanel and Mom. Chanel was in the panty section and Mom was pretending to look at bras. Mom dropped a bra on the floor. She would have to make whatever decision she would. That was her right. If she could no longer bear the pain I’d do what was necessary to help relieve her suffering. It would be illegal and I could well go to jail. So what! Events made that decision unnecessary. Her death was quick and painless. Did I miss the days we could have had together? Yes, but that would have been very selfish of me if the extra time was bought at the expense of her pain and suffering. Over the years, for some reason, I.