Something hard throbbed beneath me. I felt it thrusting out of a sheath, thick and long and ... Aingeal carved a wooden cock for her feyhound. I remem...bered seeing her fuck her last one, Cú Mheá, watching her take that thick, polished shaft in her cunt as the animated construct fucked her hard.And now ... Now I needed to fuck. I growled and charged at Greta. She squeaked and stumbled back, tripping over my prone form. My bedmaid fell onto her rump, her legs draped over my unconscious body. I. ‘What happened?’ he probed gently. Wes shook his head and took another drink of his beer. ‘Nothin’ really. She asked why I wasn’t ‘taken’. Not in so many words. Kind of broadsided me. Shouldn’t be surprised,’ He grunted and downed the rest of the piss-ass warm beer and set the bottle down, wiping his mouth. Lance glanced around, looking for Lacey. He hoped Wes hadn’t run her off. He could be brusque when you least expected it. ‘So … where’s she now? You didn’t scare her off, didja?’ he grinned,. “You’re not going anywhere without us,” I said. “Kara and I are here to have a good time with you, and just because we have conflicting ideas about what’s going on doesn’t mean we can’t otherwise have a good time together!”“He’s right!” Kara said, coming to stand right next to her.For a moment, we looked expectantly at Joyce until she took a deep breath and smiled again.“OK, OK! I’ll be OK! It’s just that I’m so conflicted by all this!”“We all are,” I said. “Now, let’s go downstairs.”We. Let’s have your picnic.’ _______________________ She drove them to a nearby park. They were mostly silent in the car, an awkward distance between these two who had shared intimate fantasies they dared not share with their spouses in the safety of cyberspace. They were, in truth, two shy, faithful people who somehow connected on a different level. Opening the trunk of her Saab, she hauled out a picnic basket, wine, and a blanket, along with the sunscreen she knew the freckled two would need.