The break in the action brought Bob to his feet. i thought we was going to walk out the door but instead he walked over and was standing over me. "Min...d if i give it a few strokes?" "Ahhhhh sure I guess," acting like i wasn't sure but had been hoping he would for the last several minutes. He sat next to me and slowly stroked and investigated my cock. "I've never stroked another guy but have wanted to since my wife and I watched a 3some on porn." I closed my eyes and it felt so good....better. As long as people are writing chapters of erotic fiction featuring my fave character – Sue Storm, I’ll be a happy chap. Now, with that out of the way, on with the sequel…__Previously, in ‘Susan Storm’s Secret Life’…In secret, Susan Storm had been using a perfection filter of her husband’s invention to live out her fantasies, in an attempt to relieve her ever-growing sexual frustrations. Using the device, she was able to take on a number of guises, allowing her to indulge in activities she could. Agale din mummy, didi aur bua ko market jana tha to didi ne kaha k muje thoda body pain hai mai ashish k saath aapko wahin milungi (market 15 km door tha) to wo dono chale gaye aur me aur didi ghar me akele the didi bed pe let gai aur Kahene lagi aaai uui ye dard to mene pucha ki didi kya hua aapke move laga doon unhone kaha nahi bas agar thodi maalis hojati to maja aajata mene kaha laao me kardeta hun aaap batao kisse karun to unhone bag me se ek oil bi bottle nikali uski smell to kisi ko bhi. After one of our torrid love sessions, we talked at length about what each wanted. We both agreed that I was not interested in screwing other women (not as long as I was enjoying this fantastic arrangement with my lovely wife). She told me that she didn’t want to screw other men on her own, that she would do it as long as we did it as a couple, and that we would stop doing it if she ever wanted us to stop. To keep the excitement we would do it only once or twice a year, preferably every six.