Maybe then I could quit worrying about it.”“John baby, I don’t need that. I am completely content with you. But if it will make you happy I will... do it ... not for me but for you.”“Are you telling me you wouldn’t enjoy it?”“Hell John, you know me better than that. I am sure I would love fucking some hunk. But he could never replace you. Would you like to have a threesome with me and some guy. You could watch me fuck him, you and I could both suck his cock and then you would see that it meant. I asked what has happened and her mate Jo said that her husband at the party was drunkand had slapped her a couple of times because "she was enjoying herself to much"he wanted her to stop drinking so she could drive HIM home later.Thats when they up and left the party, she had no house key and pat said lets go the shop where she knew i was stock taking. I made them both coffee and it was then that i noticed that jo had her arm around Pats waist and was stoking her hair.i thought she was just. I went back out to join Anala.“Perfect. Now, if we could just do something about the pasty white skin!” she giggled.“Good luck. I burn if I so much as step outside in bright sun!”“Sit please,” she said, indicating the cushions by the table.I sat down and she came to me carrying a large bowl, a pitcher, and a towel. She removed my shoes and carefully washed my feet. I remembered from the Sutra that this was something the wife was expected to do. She was doing this voluntarily, but it still. “Hopefully nothing too terrible, you know? I have to be somewhere tomorrow.” She ran her fingers through Dougie’s wet hair and tentatively kissed him back. He returned her soft kiss and relaxed.“I’m sure we can come up with something suitable. And I promise that you’ll get wherever you need to go tomorrow just as soon as we eat breakfast.” He rolled into the grass beside her. “I wonder what I did to be lucky enough to meet you?” He asked, pushing.