Finally got around to getting a suitcase out, andstarted to pack. Truthfully, I had no idea what to take and what toleave. Suppose that Enid changed h...er mind? What if all of this wholething was nothing more than an elaborate joke? I tried to figure whatarticles of clothing would be the first to be discarded, and cut back onthe quantity of them - there was no sense in filling the suitcase withstuff I wouldn't need.It didn't take too long. I remembered to get the yellow dress out thatEnid had. It was something Id called her since she was nine and began to really help around the house. My Little Wife did the laundry, my Little Wife prepared most of the meals, she was a big help to me and my Little Wife could nag with the best of them but that wasnt an out for what shed done. Yes youre my Little Wife but youre about to become a very sore Little Wife if you dont talk to me. By the way, my Big Wife, I warmed her britches a few times. Her eyes got big, You spanked Mommy? More than once,. You held me roughly as a couple of guys stood up and approached us, and poured beer all over my chest. The wet tank cling to my huge floppy tits, making my nipples clearly visible to all. I looked down and realized my nipples were rock hard and protruded from the soaking wet material. "Fuck, B," said one of them, grabbing a nipple and twisting it hard, "you weren't k**ding when you said she is a hot little fuck toy. She looks as though she's begging for it." "Always a whore," you said, still. She rinsed herself off, giving her skin a quick blast with the cold water to pep herself up. She killed the shower and stepped out, towelling herself off. She patted a little moisturizer on her face and fixed her eyebrows, slicked her lips with a little lip balm. She grinned at her reflection and pulled on some fresh underwear, a vest and some thin leggings, stretching upward so that her muscles tensed and the remaining knots snapped and untwisted from her shoulders. Finally, she ran a brush.