Chapter 4 Linda wasn't sure if I should go on a hunting trip. But as I explained the details she reluctantly gave frontShe had gotten used to my more demanding bedroom techniques and started meeting me naked on Saturdays after my trip to the gym. If she only knew what drove my new sexual hunger we would probably be divorced before the week was out. As it was she was fine "riding the horse" her husband had become. I had been reading up on furniture for a "play room" I had in mind. With the boys on their own there were three basement bedrooms no one doggystyle was using. Linda had taken every new "game" I brought into our bedroom with trepidation at first, but once I gave her a lesson she was always more than willing to try it a second or more time. The day before my flight I sent her to the store to pick up some last minute items. I set up asian indian a set of toys that we had used regularly in our room and sat in my favorite chair waiting for her to come home. By my third drink I heard the front door open. "Get in here woman. If I am going out of town we have something to take care of before I leave." To my surprise Betty came around the corner. "We do?" Her impish eyes shined, "what are we going to do?" "I thought you were Linda," I said. "That doesn't answer my question." A big grin spread her lush lips. "That will definitely be for another day." Betty nodded her head in understanding and sat down across from me. "There is one thing I would like to talk to you about," Betty was four years widowed and she had been hanging around our house regularly since her husband was killed in a car crash. She was similar in build to Linda with slightly bigger breasts and narrower hips since teen she never had children. I slipped into my community personality. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked. "Well the other day Linda and I went shopping. I had to use the potty. To make a long story short I saw you and Linda in the den."Betty as blushing as if her face was on fire. "Linda and I have talked about it. But I felt the need to tell you." Betty paused. It was Fucking obvious her breathing was quickening. Normally Momo and others would eat from their bowls on the floor, but with so many new additions, they didn’t want to be pushed out so they flanked me on either side. The maître d' gave him a smile of recognition, she was cute. I shivered as Clint's dick buried to the hilt in my twat. No one was jealous or possessive. “Rosa are you well,” I ask my very good and well paid housekeeper. “Ah, Ah!, Ah!” she wailed, with each thrust. When we got to bed Kitty was the frisky one and climbed up and helped her self-till she could not move. “Oh, Fucking please, Becky,” I said, grinning at them. I asian slipped another finger into her pussy, stroking her to get my fingers wet, then moved them to take her swollen clit between them as I slid my fingers just inside the lips of her pussy. I asked leaning over the counter. What’s that?” “I’d love to help you, Your Holiness,” Gloria said, taking doggystyle wine from a flask and spilling it on my shirt, “but I’m supposed to be dead, and Willowbud might start asking very pointed questions if you’re found walking with a dead woman. I looked at her vulva and saw that only a small strip of hair grew above it. The underside of the toilet was stained brown teen and yellow. Ealaín blinked. More and more bodies were found, the men slaughtered like livestock, while the women, the young, attractive ones, indian at least, were violated.