I noticed that he'dgrown some more, his feet almost coming to the end of the bed. It mademe deeply happy for him. That, finally, my husband was tall...er than me,and he wouldn't have to worry about people looking at him strangely whenwe walked together.But then again, would we be walking together any more? The spell shouldhave created a bond that would keep us together, but our relationshipwould have to be different.I looked at his face. That wonderful face that I'd spent half my lifewith. I. ....He took me upstairs all the lights were out couldn't see anything, we were both standing up he was kissing me and grabbing my cunt through my clothes then I heard him get onto the bed I could just make out his shape in the dark I followed him onto the bed and I felt him press his hard cock into me as I lay next to him , I heard him undo him zip and take down his jeans and he placed my hand on his boxers and then inside I felt his big cock I was so wet I could feel my juices in my knickers. I needed to lose this blue funk, but the stalls in the Market Square held little of interest, as Ken and I had already eaten and seen the various things for sale there. There was, however, an ale house with an outdoor area where one could sit and watch the goings on in the square. After looking it over and noticing the sun's direction, I picked a table that would be shaded for most of the rest of the day, and ordered a mug of ale which soon arrived.It only required one sip to realize that this. As soon as they get the men headed to the hospital and everyone gone from here, I can use some off the record help if you can wait around,” I replied.“Namibia is claiming that over 200 people were killed. They want an international investigation,” Frank said.“The international body needs to investigate where their damn police and military was. They showed up in force after the shooting stopped,” I replied.“Did Andy learn anything from any prisoner’s,” he asked.“Very few prisoners; ask me that.