‘Sex on tap’ everyone said when I got married. Well, a sure fire killer for that is trying to have a baby. The situation was hopeless and getting ...worse. I walked out and sat on the porch. The Watson’s across the road had gone on a six month vacation and brought in a house sitter. He sat on their porch, staring at me, drinking his beer at seven in the morning while I drank my coffee. Neither of us acknowledging the other, I guess we both had our problems. I would often come home from work early,. The act takes longer, plus they are so much bigger. With me, bigger is better and I like being on top. For me, horses were the perfect answer. Donna prefers a good strong dog, and she likes to be fucked like a bitch, down on all fours."Abby said to Donna, "Is that a fact? Well, aren't we the little hypocrite, making fun of my daughter just for clinging to a fence, admiring the dogs. I have a good mind to strip you down, take you out there, and toss you in."Donna pleaded, "Abby, I had to play. Apparently, someone was having a hell of a party. I hate crowds, but came so that I could see you. Being so far apart, we don’t have much time for fun, and the little time we have I like to spend alone with you. You had opted to go and get us something from the bar, leaving me alone at the table. I can see you wriggle your way through the crowd to the bar, your sexy ass looking so good in the tight short skirt. You disappear for a few seconds, but the crowd parts and I see you at the bar,. With a light blue haze and a sweet aroma filling the air of my house, someone decided we should play “quarters.”It didn’t take Jack or me long to get down to our boxer shorts, or for our three very attractive and vivacious party guests to be sitting in front of us, completely topless.Then, one of the ladies said Jack had mentioned something about a hot tub. I looked at Jack and he simply smiled.So off to the hot tub we trekked. All three of the ladies quickly shed what remaining clothes they.