I was also reminded how alone I really was now.The next morning I was up and showered before Tina was out of bed. I had breakfast cooked and was just ...starting to eat when she came down."'Good morning." Good Morning Paul. Is there any coffee?"I pointed toward the coffee maker. She went to help herself to some before continuing."How is she doing this morning?" I don't know yet. I will check on her when I go down with breakfast." I still can't believe you tied her up." I only wish that I didn't. Though his bare ass now melted into the grass, even if he got a case of the "itchy's" as Sandy'd called them, he wasn't about to complain. He was still grinning as she stepped over him, lowering, and then stole his breath away.She was wet. Sopping was perhaps a better word for it. That mere thought alone never failing to make him hungry, "cock-hungry" for her he'd called it. Sandy's pussy was always so deliciously warm, slick and wet whenever he came to her. Just as it was now. Just as his. “So ... Rain and I, at the combined hen party, because a bachelorette party really fits both of you rather than a stag for him and a hen for you, in addition to the usual strippers, being essentially used as fuckmeat for the whole time, entertaining both sexes, and then Rain cleaning up both his mess and mine ... you do realize that some of these ladies and gentlemen will be married and more than a few in monogamous marriages, at least nominally? Sounds fine and fun with me, although I wonder. ”I laughed, “Maybe, if that’s an invitation.”“You know what? I think you should ask me on a date.”Everything seemed to change overnight from her being the sexy girl I looked forward to chatting to at night to becoming something actually real. I didn’t know what to think at first; it was something I had wanted so much, to be able to feel her in my arms, but there was always that niggling doubt. Was she who she said she was? What if this was just someone’s idea of a sick joke and I'd find myself.