"She made a fact. "That was unexpected. Should we invite him to theparty?" What party?"She frowned. "Oh, I guess I just spoiled it. I'm giving you a p...artytonight." But, I can't go to a party looking like this!" I was panicking. Thiswas just a game between my wife and me. I wasn't ready to mingle. Ithought this was just playing around with her for a birthday treat."Why not? You've read plenty of stories where the husband is celebratedfor his coming out. I've even invited all your friends and. He let his eyes linger on her form, clad in its thin, clingy dress, long legs sliding out from under it constantly through the slits on either side as she strolled about the merchants' stands.Roquan allowed himself a small measure of satisfaction. Yes, she was quite attractive, but he felt no compunction to bed her by her looks alone. She would have to do better than that if she wished to see the inside of his bedchamber.And the Overlord that accompanied her could only be Gronnus D'yoran.This. Some wives of historically angry husbands have been known to ignore that scraping, bumping sensation and hope he doesn’t see anything until days later, when she can employ plausible deniability as to when and how something scratched her hubby’s Lexus. For the sake of argument, let us assume that, generally speaking, there are just two kinds of people; those who want to know what happened so they can deal with the issue, and those who want to wish potential problems away or delay facing the. He felt her touch his forehead and he flinched.“Jesse, you have a nice cut here.” Sarah said as she tried to wipe away the blood.Jesse did not respond and continued to stare at her nipples. Sarah wiped his forehead gently with the stained t-shirt. She could almost see the cut through the blood. She leaned in closer and Jesse watched a drop of blood fall off his forehead and land on her left breast. He watched it flow slowly down the slope of her breast and then he saw another drop hit.Sarah.