“My angel is too important to me,” I say, and look at the disappointment on Georgina’s face.
The two men who have set up the hot – air balloon are over by the truck, waiting for my instructions. They took their fill of my wife as she bounded from the car, breasts bouncing, hints of her p***y being shown from beneath her skirt.
One of the men is young, and I see now that he tries to hide his erection from me. From my angel. I do not like anyone looking at what is mine, but there is no way to prevent this while I am trying to explain to her that this is unsafe.
“It’s safe. They tie it off and only let us go up a few feet,” she pleads, her eyes begging me.
“I will not allow it. The risk is too great. What would our children do without a mother and father? Nyet.”
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