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A Saint And a Whore (MFm) - Part two.

Chapter six

Our escapade with Alfred sure set fire to our sex life. Although Helen had 
always been very fond of sex, this took her to new levels, and if anything I 
was even more infatuated with her. We made love every day, sometimes twice, 
and a few days even three times. And Alfred was often there, lurking in our 
minds. Sometimes we would talk about it, stoking our fires to new heights, 
sometimes I would think of it, without mentioning it, but certainly adding 
new hardness to my trusty cock. And sometimes I would repeat certain 
movements from that glorious afternoon, without any talking, but making sure 
she would remember. And Helen would more often do me with her hands, always 
with a mysterious little smile on her pretty lips.
Holiday season passed and the kids returned, bringing us partly back to old 
routines, but a boundary had been passed and could never be forgotten. One 
Monday night in August, after a very erotic couple of hours in the conjugal 
bed, Helen was lying very relaxed on her back, hands under her head and her 
beautiful body spread out for the benefit of my eyes.
"You said once, that you would like me to take Alfred alone and teach him 
something. Did you really mean that?"
A very erotic shiver ran through me. She was still thinking of that 
afternoon. "Yes, my dear, I really meant it. I think it might be most 
exciting for all three of us."
"I'm sure by now, that it would excite me, but I was not so sure the first 
time you proposed it."
"You are exciting me, right now."
"Mmmm. That's what I wanted to know. And that's why I wanted to ask you, 
right after we had made love. I don't want it to be your hard cock speaking 
through your mouth, you know."
"A few more words like these, and I'll want my cock to speak through your 
mouth, my lovely witch."
"That's a nice promise from and old man. But then again, not much chance 
these days, is there? With the kids back home and all."
"Why not? You could book a room in a nice hotel downtown. Might even be a 
good idea to take this thing out of the house."
"What a perfectly good idea, love. Wow, I can't really believe that we are 
talking like this. Stirs up this old girl, you know. Do you think you could 
arrange it?"
"I'm sure I could."
"On a couple of conditions?"
"And they are?"
"You'll have to make the date with Alfred. I think I'd die from 
embarrassment if I was to call him. And second: I know you'd be dying for me 
to tell you everything, but you'd have to agree, that I'll only tell you in 
my own tempo. You know, I'll tell you some, when I think it will excite both 
of us, but I want to keep up a bit of mystery for you, and a few secrets for 
me. OK?"
"If that's what it takes, then it's OK with me."
"And you are not going to be jealous?"
"I don't think I could be jealous of a boy. I feel sure that I shall benefit 
from it. Just think of the hot, lovely mistress I've entertained in my bed 
these last weeks. But of course one can never bee a hundred percent sure. It 
is a risky lane we are navigating into, but as long as we stick to this, I'm 
all for it, and I wish you all the pleasures in the world."
Helen smiled at me, threw her arms and legs round me and kissed me fiercely. 
"You lovely man. I love you, I love you." She pressed herself against me and 
rubbed her pussy against my thigh. "All right, you set it up and I'll do it, 
AND NOW FUCK ME REAL GOOD, my pussy is on fire again, naughty you."
I could not bring myself to say that she was the naughty one, who started 
this. I fucked her, and I set it all up the next day. My first call was to 
Alfred, to make sure he was still interested. No fear. He was so eager that 
he could hardly speak coherently when we tried to find the right day. My 
second call was to a hotel to book a room.
"That's it, love. The day after tomorrow is set. You'll meet at hotel 
Hafnia, at half past twelve. Alfred will skip his last lessons at school, 
and he's VERY eager, I tell you."
"Mmmm. Me too, dear. I can't really believe I'm doing this, but I sure like 
it. You'll have to take your pleasures tonight, though. No fucking tomorrow. 
I want to be horny and needy, at noon the day after tomorrow."
To say she was on fire that night would be an understatement. And true to 
her words there was no lovemaking on Wednesday night. But when I was leaving 
for work on Thursday morning she dragged me into the bedroom for our 
'good-bye hug'. She opened her housecoat and pressed herself against me. 
"Good-bye, love. I'm all butterflies in my stomach. I'll promise you, that 
if this goes well, we might try a few other things from that drunken night. 
Would you like that?"
"My God, woman. You ARE incredible. I think I'm the luckiest guy in the 
world. Yes, I'd love that."
That day at work I had the hardest time concentrating on the things I had to 
do.

Chapter seven.
When I got home a little after four the kids were alone in our condo.
"Where's mommy? "
"I think she said something about shopping today."
"When will she be home?"
"I really don't know. Why don't we go to the beach for the rest of the 
afternoon. I could sure do with a swim to cool me off."
"Yeaaaahhh, daddy, let's go."
"We can have ice-creams, can't we?"
"You'll have plenty, sweetie."
So the rest of the afternoon was spent there, and I sure needed the cooling 
off, not from too much work, but from the hot pictures forming in my mind, 
showing different possibilities of what my lovely wife was doing, right now.
When we returned a little after six Helen was at home. She had read the note 
I had left on the kitchen table, and she had prepared a light meal, knowing 
that the kids would have eaten a lot of ice-creams and were not likely to be 
hungry. I noticed at once that she hadn't changed her clothes. She was 
wearing the same yellow summer dress that she had laid out in the morning.
"And of course your daddy has not made you do your homework, has he?"
"No, mommy, we went to the beach right after he got home."
"OK, kids, up to your rooms you go. Do your homework properly. I'll be up in 
a little while to check on you, and to see if you need any help."
The minute the kids were out of the kitchen Helen turned towards me. A 
brilliant smile was flashing in her slanted, diamond blue eyes, as she moved 
slowly towards me. To me it looked as if her movements were more languid and 
erotic, and there was a slightly vulgar sway to her narrow hips as she 
walked up to my chair.
"And you, my dear husband, is not at all curious, are you?"
"Of course I'm curious. How did it go?"
"For now, I'll only tell you that I'm exhausted, body and mind, my dear. As 
you see I haven't changed or showered since I came home. I wanted to give 
you a feel and a whiff, to make sure you are in the proper mood when we get 
to bed."
She stepped up closer to me, and with her hands she raised the hem of her 
dress, as if she was a whore in Follies Bergére, revealing a reddish, 
battered and swollen pussy, leaking juice down her thighs. Then she pushed 
my knees apart and stood as close as she could come. She put her arms round 
my head and pressed it against her breasts. My God, how she smelled. A 
pungent mix of sweat, juice, sperm and stale perfume.
"Touch it," she whispered, "but be gentle. It's a bit worn."
My God, she was sloppy. To me it felt as if her cunt was emanating heat. And 
yes, I could not think of it as a 'pussy', it certainly felt like a worn out 
cunt. She was wet on her thighs, her cunt and her sparse hair, and when I 
slipped a finger into her I was met with absolutely no resistance.
"Do you want me to shower now, or should I stay like this until we can go to 
bed?"
"Don't shower, for Heaven's sake. Where are your panties?"
"Alfred wanted them for a souvenir, and I couldn't say no to him, because I 
had just told him, that this was the last time."
"Why did you do that?"
"I'll tell you later, but I'll go upstairs to check on the kids now. Will 
you fix the kitchen?"
"Sure. And if you are that tired, I think you should go and take a rest on 
our bed."
"You know, dear, I think I'll do that. Might be good for you, too." With a 
mysterious smile she dropped the hem of her dress, and disappeared up the 
stairs with swaying hips, while I was left with the dishes, an unsatisfied 
curiosity, and a hard cock which I had to adjust, to feel a little less 
uncomfortable.
The rest of this early evening dragged along. The kids finished their 
homework and came down to watch a bit of TV. At about nine Helen joined us 
for a little while, and at half past nine she brought the kids up to their 
rooms and tugged them in. The lay out of our condo was perfect for a family. 
We owned the top third floor of this old city house, plus three extra rooms 
which were built into the attic, connected via an internal spiral staircase. 
This ensured us a bit of privacy, once the kids were in bed, and at least an 
early warning if, for some reason, they would come down to us.
While she was upstairs I turned off the TV and put a romantic CD on the 
player, and turned down the lights a bit.
"Oh, dear. I think my lovely husband is up to something." She was coming 
down the stairs with a broad smile on her face. She went to sit in the 
corner of our sofa, her legs bent with knees held together against the back 
of the sofa. "It was such a good idea, that I should take a small nap after 
supper. I'm quite restored now."
"Well, you did look a bit worn when we got home."
"I sure was. In a very delicious way. And I can tell you, that I have hardly 
ever felt as naughty as I do now, knowing what I did this afternoon, and you 
knowing... you know. Very naughty."
"You know how much I love that, don't you?"
"Yes, I've come to know that, and I'm learning to appreciate it, love."
"Well, are you going to tell me anything?"
"All in good time, dear. But I have a great wish that I hope you'll grant 
me."
"If I can, I will. You know that."
"I know. It would make me very, very horny, and that's why I haven't changed 
clothes and I haven't showered, if you'd just take me to bed with my secret, 
of which you only know that I have fucked a mere boy this afternoon, and 
that his traces are all over me. I should feel like such a whore, if you'd 
carry me to our bed and fuck and suck my smelly and sticky body, no 
questions asked, and no talking. If you'll do that, I promise you I'll be 
thinking of Alfred all the time, and of all the horny things we did. And I 
promise I'll tell you a lot more tomorrow. Will you, please?"
Honestly I had wished for some naughty tales, but my cock immediately raised 
its ugly head at the thought of fucking her, while she was thinking of 
someone else. Wow. That was a new one. I got out of my chair and crossed the 
few metres to the sofa. Silently I picked her up and carried her towards our 
bedroom. As I held her lithe body in my arms the smells hit my nose, and 
they were a greater aphrodisiac than any porno video might have been.
I laid her down on our bed and shed my clothes as fast as I could. As I laid 
down beside her I lifted the hem of her dress and started to caress her. She 
grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand away.
"Just put it in, Allan," she whispered. "Just put it in and start fucking me 
nice and slow. I'm plenty wet for you to drown in it."
OK with me, if that was the way she wanted. Unceremoniously I pushed up her 
skirt to her waist, rolled on top of her and ran my cock up to the hilt in 
one, slow push. God, this was luxury. She was like a hot, slimy bathtub in 
there. And it was to get even better. I had hardly moved 10 times in her 
when she closed her eyes, and suddenly her cunt took on a life of its own! 
As I watched her eyes do movements behind her closed lids, like a person in 
REM sleep, I was treated to a bath of fresh juice to my cock. In half a 
minute she was not wet and slimy, she was sopping and silky wet, and her 
cunt seemed alive like an animal. The bottom of it opened up to the size of 
a cathedral, and it felt as if her uterine mouth transferred some internal 
cramps to the head of my cock.
I don't know how she managed, but even though she was lying dead still, with 
her arms and legs spread out for me, she was evidently having an orgasm, but 
without her usual violent cramps and moans. Just her uterus moving against 
my cock, and her cunt squeezing me like a milking machine would do, suck, 
suck, suck suck... With a deep roar I spurted 12 hours of pent up passion 
into her, soliciting no reaction from Helen ! She seemed to be all gone.
With the last waves of passion still in me I pulled out of her and moved 
down between her legs. When I put my mouth to her overspent cunt, sucking in 
the most incredible mix of fresh and dried juice, fresh and dried sperm, 
half mine half Alfred's, she suddenly came alive!
"Yeaaahhh, oooohhh, eeeoooowwwww, oh my God, oh my God, you're crazy, I'm 
coming, I'm a whore, I'm coming more, ooooooo,...", and suddenly she went 
totally limp. Really and truly, she had fainted.
I was not scared in any way, as she had done that on a few memorable 
occasions, so I just pushed her over into that NATO- position you learn as a 
soldier, and left her to come to her senses. For a short second I was 
tempted to spray her with a little water, but instead I laid down beside her 
with one of her hands in mine. A couple of minutes later I felt her coming 
to. Her eyes opened and looked lovingly at me, and then she fell asleep so 
fast that it told me all about her exhaustion.

Chapter eight
We didn't get a chance to talk on Friday morning, at least not about what 
was foremost in our minds. Murphy's Law struck again, as the kids woke up 
early and joined us in the bedroom, bubbling with life and making noises and 
all, and soon we were all engaged in the usual morning routines of a family. 
After breakfast I kissed everybody goodbye and left for work, slightly 
saddened at the prospect of waiting 14-15 hours, before I could talk to my 
lovely Helen without the kids listening in.
Well, as it turned out I didn't have to wait that long. At about ten o'clock 
Helen called me at the office.
"Hi, Allan. How are you?"
"Fine, but I'd rather be with you."
"I'd love that. Well, this morning, right after you left, your mom and dad 
called. They've been given some free tickets to Legoland and the saltwater 
aquarium in Esbjerg, so they wanted to take the kids over there, and stay at 
Hans and Lisbeth's farm for the weekend. The kids were wildly enthusiastic 
about it, you know how much they love to ride the horses there, so I said 
OK, and your parents will pick them up from school and go to Jylland 
directly. I hope you don't mind."
"How could I very well. Gives me a chance to be alone with my pretty wife 
for another weekend. How lucky can you get? I might even take you to a late 
dinner at Kong Hans'."
"Oh, dear. Did you win the Lotto?"
"Ha, ha. No, I just love you. See you later."
"Yeah, bye, bye."
Fortunately this Friday was terribly busy at work, and before I knew it I 
was on my way home. The ten minute walk through the old quarter of 
Copenhagen was a treat every day. A little exercise, something nice to look 
at, and sufficient time to put the office behind me, and set my mind for 
family life. I really enjoyed each day when I didn't have to drive my car or 
ride a bus. One of the extra benefits of living in the centre of town.
She was waiting for me in one of the armchairs in the living room. A pot of 
my favourite Columbian mountain coffee and a glass of Black Renault was on 
the low table by the sofa, and Helen was dressed in the same yellow summer 
dress, but now it was washed and freshly ironed. She looked so beautiful 
that I got a little lump in my throat. Her long, ash blonde hair was brushed 
to a shiny glimmer, hanging down below her shoulders, and her diamond blue 
eyes beneath her dark, full eyebrows were sparkling with... with what? I 
don't know. But at that moment I should gladly have changed the red and 
white of our national flag to those colours: Yellow, ashen greyish and 
diamond blue.
"Welcome home, dear. Had a hard day?"
"No, not really. Busy, fortunately, but not strenuous. But busy enough to 
keep my mind occupied, so I wouldn't have to think of you all the time."
"oK. And who was speaking now, the flatterer or my horny husband?"
"Aaww, you know. I'll always flatter you, but for now it's your horny and 
curious husband, as you very well know. And who is speaking to me?"
"I'll admit it's your horny and not so innocent wife. Do you mind?"
"That's what I was hoping for, and you know it."
"MMMmmm, I sure do. And I appreciate it, you know. Not many husbands would 
send their wife to a hotel, to be fucked silly by his 14 year old cousin." 
These last words were said with a big smile on her wide mouth. And, God, did 
they ignite the fires again. I remembered her condition for going there, 
that she would tell, but only in her own tempo, and I wondered, how much she 
was going to tell me. I was soon to be enlightened!
"Did you like the way I smelled and felt when I came home yesterday?"
"It excited me no end to see you in that condition. You truly looked fucked 
out."
"MMmmm. And you liked to see me that way, because I WAS fucked out, didn't 
you?"
"My God, yes !"
"Trust me, I loved how horny it made you." She picked up her glass of cognac 
and raised it. "I propose a toast to many wild hours with my horny husband. 
I'll tell him, in bits and pieces, what I did. Just enough to excite him 
wildly, but certainly not all of it at once. Will you drink that toast with 
me?"
The glutton in me protested against such a toast, but I heard my voice say 
'yes' - as if coming from afar. I guess it was in that moment that I learned 
something about myself, which I had not realised before: My greatest kick 
really was not getting what I wanted, or doing certain acts from my 
catalogue of fantasies. My greatest kick was to feel her lust, my greatest 
pleasure was to feel her excitement, the most effective trigger of my orgasm 
was to feel her coming around my cock because I had made her horny. Probably 
the reason why fantasies of rape and coercion never entered my mind. Funny 
how sometimes long chains of thoughts can flash through your brain in a 
split second.
I reached for my own glass, raised it and saluted her. "To my new and horny 
wife, and may her pussy be wet for many years to come."
She smiled that mysterious smile of hers and said: "I'll certainly hope so." 
She leaned forward to put down her glass, and when she straightened up she 
slowly lifted her right leg and put it over the armrest. She arranged the 
skirt of her dress so that her pussy was almost visible, but even if you 
craned your neck you couldn't catch a peek.
"I was at the hotel first, and I went up to the room you had booked. I sat 
down in the armchair there, just as I'm sitting now, and waited about ten 
minutes for Alfred. They were ten very exciting minutes, I tell you, and 
though I was terribly nervous about it, I could feel how I started to get 
real wet. When finally there was a knock at the door, I just cried: Come in. 
And when Alfred had closed the door behind him I said: Lock the door, 
Alfred."
"I was very nervous, but it was nothing compared to the poor boy. He looked 
as if he didn't know what to do with his hands and legs and all. I told him 
to kiss me hello and then sit down on the bed. He looked like he was going 
to eat me with his eyes only, so eager, and it was a very powerful feeling 
for this old girl, I tell you."
I was having exactly the same view as Alfred had had, and I could tell for 
sure, that he must have looked hungry!
"Then we talked a little about why we were here, that I'd show him how to 
make love to a woman, and all, and I thought I'd give him a few technical 
details first, so I asked him to come and sit on the floor, in front of the 
chair."
"Do that, Allan, come and sit on the floor in front of me, I'll show you how 
I started."
Whoever could disobey such an order. I got up from the sofa and made myself 
comfortable on the floor, between her legs, whereupon she slid her ass a 
little closer to the edge, making her dress slide upwards to display her 
pretty pussy.
"Did your pussy look as horny then as it does now? You look as if you have 
wet yourself, love, and it's almost open, you know!"
"Oh, my God, no. I'm so horny doing this to you, and I can't go through with 
it, like I had planned. Will you PLEASE take me to the bedroom and put your 
lovely cock in me. I need you!"
I got up fast, lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom, where I 
threw her down on the bed. In a flash I got out of my clothes while Helen 
practically tore off her dress and spread her legs wide. She reached out for 
me. "Come here. Put it in, and let's lie the way we like it, when we talk 
cock- and pussytalk."
"My favourite, sweetie." That is, with my cock in her, my body at a right 
angle to hers, her right leg under my body and her left leg opening up, so 
all of her delicacies are open to my eyes and hands. It felt like she was 
sucking me in! She was hot, wet and very, very horny. I ran my hand up her 
left thigh, across her flat belly and then down, until my thumb was nestled 
between her puffy, slippery lips, putting a light pressure on her clit.
"Oh, God, don't move that thumb. You'll make me come in a few seconds, and 
I'll never get to tell you any more."
"All right. I'll hold it for a while. Now get talking!"
"Mmmm." She closed her eyes. "I told him about the different parts and 
pointed them out with my fingers. Then I gave him a little pep talk about 
licking pussy, and what it would do to a woman. I felt really perverted, 
talking like that to a boy, me being a grown woman, and when he reluctantly 
put his mouth there it was like an electric jolt. He didn't like the idea at 
first, but when he had got his first taste he really went to town! Wild at 
first, but when I told him how to do it, you know, nibble, suck, lick, soft, 
hard, fast and all, he was a very quick learner. Oh, my God, Allan, it's 
even wilder telling you than it was doing it! Ooooo, I can't take it any 
more. I've got to come. Rub it, Allan, rub it, I need it so bad." I pushed 
my cock a little further into her, and while I started small fucking motions 
I rubbed her clit. Just for half a minute!
Her orgasm was wild, violent and noisy. She screamed at first, and as her 
cramps continued her scream gradually turned into a low groan. I barely 
managed to hold back myself. When her orgasm died out she opened her eyes 
and looked at me. Without letting my cock slip out, she managed to pull out 
her right leg from under me, and in one slow movement she rolled on top of 
me, covered my face with her hair, and lavished me with kisses, while she 
pressed her legs together, making her cunt hold on to my cock in a very 
delicious way.
"God, this was great, Allan. I love you, I love you, I love you."
Chapter nine.

   After a little rest she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself 
up, while she spread her legs at the same time, until she was straddling me. 
She moved up and down on me a few times.

	"Mmmm, this is lovely. I know you haven't come yet, and I'll make sure that 
you do. But I'll take my time. Do you mind?"

	"How can I mind, when it feels so wonderful?"

	"Good, my horny husband. You see, when Alfred had licked me to a great 
orgasm I thought it was time to let him fuck me. I told him to get up, and 
when I started to unbuckle his trousers he really got going. While I 
undressed his lower half he took care of the upper one himself, and in a few 
seconds he was naked in front of me. You just can't imagine what a powerful 
feeling it was to see that boy naked, in front of me, knowing that I was 
going to fuck him."

	She mad a few rocking motions around my very hard cock, making it `stir the 
pot' in her, and then she sat down on me again, very hard and very quiet.

	"I had thought I'd teach him to lie beside me and excite me further with 
his hands, but frankly I was so hungry myself, that all I could think of was 
having him between my thighs. I touched his cock only a few times, for fear 
that he'd come at once. Then I shed my dress and took him to the bed. I lay 
down and opened my arms and legs to beg him in. He was so eager that he 
stabbed a few times without hitting target, so I had to teach him how to 
steer it in with his right hand."

	Images of the boy trying to hit my wife's pussy flashed through me, and 
pumped an extra ounce of blood into my cock.

	"Lovely. I can feel you like to hear it. Well, in he got it, and 
immediately he started to fuck me like a rabbit. I was just going to slow 
him down, when he exploded in me, pumping so much sperm into me, that I felt 
it overflow !
He was almost crying when he said, that it was so wonderful, but he was 
sorry it was so fast."

	Now Helen started to fuck me. Very slow, very short movements. Just enough 
to keep me hard and eager, but not enough to make me come.

	"I kissed him and told him it was OK, because I was his "teacher", and 
would you believe me, his cock stayed hard all the time, while I taught him 
how to avoid that, with his future lovers?"

	"Don't try to tell me that you were not horny then. Do you remember that 
mine did the same the first time?"

	"I remember, but I had forgotten. And, yes, it excited this old girl no 
end, I tell you. I was actually so horny, that I needed to be fucked for 
real. So I asked him, if he remembered how he did it the first time - when 
you were there. You know, slowly in the beginning, and so on. And of course 
he did. So that's what he did, Allan. And God, it made me horny. Almost as 
horny as I am right now."

	I felt her thighs quiver, and then she really set out to fuck me. Her firm, 
small breasts were quivering, her long hair was flying round her head, and 
she made her movements up and down longer and longer, slamming down on me, 
pulling up agonizingly slow.

	"When he began speeding up I felt my orgasm get closer, Allan. I think he 
only fucked me for five minutes, that second time, but that was all it took. 
I just looked at that young body slamming into me, and I started coming. And 
he just went on fucking me!  Oh, my God, Allan, this is crazy. I'm so 
grateful that I got drunk that night, and we started all this. Oh, Heaven, 
I'm going to come. Come along with me, Allan. Come in your wife's 
kid-fucking cunt. I'm on fire, Allan. I'm burning."

	She was fucking me like a berserk, and I felt my own orgasm on its way. 
When Helen started screaming, and her wet haven began its squeezing cramps 
around my cock, I emptied my brain, my spine and my belly up into my wife's 
orgasming cunt.

	Helen collapsed on top of me. For a moment nothing was said, and no 
movements were made, only this glowing durrent running between two satisfied 
bodies. And I was no less grateful, that she had got drunk that night.

	Slowly we surfaced.  I looked at my watch, and I was very surprised to see 
it was still only a quarter past six. I felt as if we had just spent a 
lifetime in bed. Helen got up to go to the bathroom, and I went back to the 
living-room to pour myself a cup of coffee from the thermos. That's when our 
afternoon was disturbed by an insistent ringing of the doorbell.

	I sneaked out into the hall and peeped through the spy-glass. A messenger 
was outside with a bouquet of flowers. I threw a housecoat round my 
shoulders and opened the door.

	"Flowers for Mrs. Helen Larsen. There you are, Sir."  And off he went.

	In the living room my naked wife was on her way back from the bathroom. 
God, she was so beautiful.  "Flowers for you, dear."

	"How nice of you. Thank you."

	"They are not from me."

	She started opening the package. "Wonder who sent them, then."

	"Oh, dear, would you believe it, they are from Alfred !   How sweet."  She 
read the card. "He just writes: Thank you, Alfred."

	"Have you taught him that, too?"

	Helen laughed. "No, no. Guess his mother has."  She went to the cupboard to 
pick a vase, and then to the kitchen for water. Was it my imagination, or 
had those flowers put a triumphant little swing into her naked ass? She came 
back and put the vase with the beautiful roses right in the middle of our 
dinner table.

	"There you are, my dear husband. Look at them now and then, and think of 
how I earned them.  I'm going to dress now, and I want you to take me out. I 
could do with a little cafè first, and then to Kong Hans for a luxury 
dinner, because I feel like the queen of Sheba or the whore of Babylon."

The End.






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