"WO SIND WIR WALTER?", fragt Susanne diesmal vehementer. "Ok, ok...ich erkläre euch alles...oh Gott, wie fange ich an?", keucht Walter."Wir sind eine...r Parallelwelt, die ich "Sexworld" getauft habe. Also...Sex...(er schaut zu seiner jüngsten Tochter)...Liebe machen, ist hier sehr normal!", sagt Walter mit peinlich berührter Stimme. "Wie normal?", fragt Susanne kritisch. "Sehr, sehr normal! Das ist hier eine gesellschaftliche Normalität! Jeder kann hier mit jeden an allen erdenklichen Orten und. I needed to get this off my chest, just as I’d rehearsed it.“And darling, I’m frightened by it, because of what it might become and what it might do. And I need you to know about this honey, because it’s something we have to think about.” And finally, I was done. Exhausted from the raw emotion of saying these difficult things to my husband.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Neil’s viewThis seems a natural place for me to pick up our story. Claire had just dropped a bombshell. Most husbands would. You guide me to your bedroom, your pussy dripping from your first orgasm by the door, our clothes still lay discarded by the door, your body tingles with what is to come. I lay you down on the bed and kiss you, hard, passionately, my fingertips caressing you, you can feel my still hard cock pressed against your thigh. Our lips parts and I begin to explore your body, pausing at each nipple, sucking, licking, nibbling...my tongue glides across your tummy circling your belly button caressing. My butt, previously neat and perky, was now hefty and curvaceous. My thighs had grown too: thin and athletic to one step short of chubby. This was getting ridiculous.“My fuckin’ ass grew!” I spat.Darla stepped out from the kitchen to inspect my stacked backside from all angles. “Well, it does look a bit bigger’n usual,” she conceded. I had finally made it to my feet, although I still felt unsteady, leading Darla to slip her arm around me to stop my teetering.“A bit?!” I squealed.“Fine, a lot..