"I think it'd be cool to be married first. Like on a honeymoon, you know?"I just smiled at her, because I knew she was serious about that. It sounded ...really hokey, but she meant every word of it and so those pills she took were totally wasted. She had this dream, or fantasy of meeting Prince Charming and being swept off her feet. Having a big wedding in the spring, and then on her wedding night having the best sex of her life. That was it and I knew she fingered herself thinking about that. Barb muffled a scream. Her ex hadn't gone down on her in years and years before their divorce and neither had any of the occasional one-nighters she had since then. And it had been literally decades since she had been with another woman. She had forgotten how good it was. She twisted and turned, reaching above her head to grasp the heavy wood bedposts. Lee's tongue was a wild animal in her, darting here and pressing there, first plunging deeply inside her and then riding along her open slit to. I padded my way to the back of the house and watched les sitting at the desktop with his robe open tugging and rubbing his cock watching a porn. If I had been married 30+ years and wasn’t getting laid I’d be watching porn too. You can’t blame the guy. My inner slut wondered if he had really only been with Amy. I walked over and he was so caught up in the sloppy blowjob on the screen he didn’t even notice me … I watched him, older and hairy with a belly stroking a stumpy uncut cock. He was only. How about you bring me the manifold burrito you made."Damn, now things were going to get really fun. I answered, "Sure. One manifold burrito al-la-Jack coming up."We actually ran the Frankenmonster for a bit to heat things up so we could 'cook' our burritos. I walked over and used my shemagh to grab our burritos then headed toward the errant artist and offered, "Here you go, I hope you like it."He smiled and replied, "Oh, I'm sure I will."I waited until he took his first bite. But he just.