I mentally retrace my steps, coming to the conclusion that I’ve left it in the bar. ‘Fuck,’ I mutter to myself, praying to the patron saint of l...ost causes or lost dildos or whoever that no one looks in the bag.I’ve just slipped my shoes back on when there is a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. I open it, half expecting it to be Joanne despite her saying it would be a while and am surprised to see Ash standing there.“Hello Susan”: she smiles. “I was just returning some property that I think might be. With my mom to help with the kids, I started with rodeo again. I didn't have any plans to compete, but I did work with the girls at the University and Laramie High School. I enjoyed working with the girls, and watching them improve. I guess I became a role model for them. It wasn't uncommon for me to come home and have Terry look at the wet spot on my shirt from teenage tears. I learned more than I ever wanted about the angst of young love.Then about ten years into our marriage, our lives were. I was so hot and needed to cum so badly that when I did, it was hard and long. I was trying to sit up when Mary said, "Clean me, please." I started to lick her pussy from her ass to her clit. I was enjoying the taste and the smell of her when I felt Jim spread my legs again, bringing my knees up to my chest. I let out a little scream when I felt something touch my pussy. Realizing it was Jim's tongue licking my lips, I relaxed and enjoyed the warm feeling I was getting inside me. Mary lifted. “What?” I said.“At least you’re not a poseur when it comes to running,” she said.“You thought I couldn’t put one foot in front of the other?” I said with a big smile.She took a sip and said, “So what was your next move ... ask me out for pizza at a secluded spot two towns over where we would be sure not to be seen by anyone we know?”I lifted the bottle to my lips to hide my red face. Oops. The cat was out of the bag and clawing at my pathetic scheme. Oh well, try the truth when all else fails I.