" Okay. I'll try Gordy while you call Gordy." Rachel giggled as she walked into the study.It would be the week after Easter. Dad didn't need a place t...o stay. He'd be flying in on Thursday and the "do" was at the Museum on Friday evening. He wanted to take us to dinner on Saturday. He'd be staying at the Marriott, so he thought he'd take us to Mezzaluna. I said "okay" and he reminded me that I'd need to dress and Rachel would need "something fashionable." I said I'd put in on the calendar, asked. I watched as she raised up on her tip toes to give him a better angle to enter her. He did just that and soon he was sawing his cock in and out of my wife's obviously wet pussy. He managed to fuck her for about fifteen minutes before I noticed his ass cheeks tightening. I could tell he was pumping his balls into my wife. He stepped back and his semi hard cock fell from her. I could tell it was shining from the mixture of their juices. He straightened her thong and flipped her skirt back down to. Our second lot of drinks had arrived and I paid the barman quickly passing Gail her drink which she sipped slowly, looking over the edge of the glass at me wondering what I was going to do. I stood back from the bar and slowly turned the stool to face me, know this would give the guys an ideal view. In the mirror I saw them shift in their seats as I placed a hand on Gail's knee parting her legs. Gail looked at me with slight panic as I ran a finger up her inner thigh and stroked the entrance of. Patricia has graciously allowed me to take her beguiling heroine into the most tumultuous period of recent Irish history. A disclaimer: Though there will be (of course) sex and sensuality, for large portions of the coming venture there will be none. I prize characterization and plot over all else, indeed, in a kind of twisted voyeuristic way, characters you know and care about making love is far more sensuous and sexy than just some random sex-tale. In my humble opinion, anyway. Thanks very.