A tingle up his spine caused him to stop short. He returned to the back of the tent. Using caution, he moved the bottom part of the flap aside and pee...ked in. He slipped into Janie’s tent as quietly as he could. Crouched to the side of the door was a shady-looking character with his revolver drawn. The man brushed up against the tent which masked the movement caused by Clint as he entered through the rear of the tent. There was a pile of cases between Clint and the tent opening, so the man. I informed my lady about my wife’s visit and she was equally delighted. She confirmed that on a Tuesday she will visit at my place but “we wont fuck” haha .What a weak request that was.Tuesday came and we decided that she will come herself to my place to avoid being spotted. I was equally keen to fuck her.There was she in lovely saree and black goggles and she look absolutely gorgeous . Immediately guided her to my apartment and I closed the door once she was in. One glass of water and we. " Yeah," he laughed. "She was quite a little number. I hope she's planning to stay a long time. I could get used to having her around."Flo slugged him playfully on the shoulder. "Let's not have any more talk like that. You've got more than you can handle right here... and so do you, Arnie." He didn't answer, but sat staring into space. "What's up, Arnie honey? You've got something on that evil mind of yours. I can always tell."Still no sign of recognition from Arnie."What is it, Arnie? Come on,. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it. I was born with a genetic mutation that has been passed down through my mothers side of the family. It is known as Alexandrias Genesis. With this condition, my eyes started as pale violet-blue when I was born. During puberty, they darkened to royal purple, but now, they are rich plum in color. It looks like Im wearing contact lenses. And they cause me a never ending torrent of unhappiness. Oh, but, they dont cause me any problems at all, actually..