I took the left exit that led to the parking garage and climbed the corkscrew ramps that led up to each level. My tires squealed at the tight turns as I climbed up and up until I spilled out on the fifth floor. What should I do? I found a place to park. I turned off the engine and leaned back in my seat. It groaned beneath me. I glanced at my phone in its clip on my dashboard. It was plugged in, the screen on. There was a text from my wife. “We're about to land. Fifteen minutes or so. Got to turn my phone off now. Can't wait to see you.” It was followed by several kissy and heart emojis. I snagged my phone, glancing at the Editing Reality app on desi my screen. Temptation spilled through me. I could keep this secret. She wouldn't be mad about anything I did, but... it just didn't feel right holding it back. But what if she was mad at me for changing her? It caused ripples. There were people that I remember being happily married at our church who were now cheating on their spouses or even divorced, the women awakened to their lesbian passions. “Why do I have to be so fucking conflicted about it?” I muttered. No, no, it was a good thing. Power without any responsibility to temper it led to horrible excesses of tyranny. I could sorely abuse this ability. I needed to use it with care. I needed to treat it right. I needed someone I could talk to about my decisions. And if I couldn't turn to my wife, my pussy partner in life, then who could I? I wrenched open my door and marched out of the car. I crossed the amber-lit parking garage, took the elevator to the third floor, and crossed the sky bridge over the main driveway around the airport to the check-in. I descended the escalators to baggage claim. I had to go Carousel 3 which, of course, was at the other end of the airport from where I parked, of course. When I arrived, I waited, her flight number blinking in amber LEDs. My body indian twisted with the nerves of my decision. I thought about opening the app, talking to Anael. “She'd just tell me to fuck someone,” I muttered. A woman gave me a weird glance and edged away from me. “Steve!” an excited voice called. I looked up from my phone to see my wife hurrying to me, her brassy-brown hair falling about her lush face. “You like my tongue on your cock, Daddy?” This heat that stabbed into my nethers. The water felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I didn’t want to cry too hard because I didn’t want to anger David. “That one that bit your cousin,” I ask and she nods. "Of course you did," Val agreed. “I kinda love it! It’s supposed to hurt!” she demanded. I looked at both him and Kelly who seemed particularly eager for my answer. She licked her fingers. "I guess I said I'd show you mine if you wanted but I wasn't expecting to that quick." “Who was she?” May I pussy play with it for a bit, My Daddy Lover?” They saw me and they watched as I stopped at the top of the slope down to the beach, took my dress and shoes off and turned the egg off. As I looked down to throw a beating.I saw something that shook me.Believe me, not desi much can shake a 40 yr old man. "This bitch sucks cock better than my ex girlfriend! This time she replied by raising her eyebrows at him then grinding their exposed genitalia together more obviously. I shouted. The fresh air on my breasts made my nipples harder. It had shrunk all the way back down to about half the size that it was when Freddy had first exposed indian himself to me. Two guardians seem to step out of nowhere.