After that, she found I did a lot of things she didn’t like and needed punishing for. My mind was being honed into creative thinking by finding new... things to do that she wouldn’t like.I was twenty when I thought things were beginning to go downhill. I wasn’t getting the same pleasure from having my arse thrashed and she didn’t seem to be going at it with the enthusiasm she used to show and I like.I came home from work and she looked at me in the usual way but there was no sparkle in her. It's 11:30 all ready. I don't think she expected us to stay out this late." So shall we go?" Honey, I've been thinking. How would you feel about driving to the Petersen's, getting the kids into their own beds and settled down and then coming back here? I'll be okay while you're gone."Jake didn't know what to say. So he didn't say anything for a minute. He looked at his wife who seemed to be imploring him to go. He knew that the drive both ways and getting the kids settled down for the rest of. This time she didn't delay and brought the bottle quickly up to the deck. Again she held the bottle between her legs to pierce the cork with the corkscrew, and again she displayed her now gaping cunt to The Three J's as she popped the cork out of the bottle.She handed each of the girls their glass and set her glass and the bottle next to the hot tub. Then, trembling either with the cold or with sexual expectation, she descended into the tub. "I'm first," said Joan as she spread her legs and. ”“Okay.”She followed me, watched me open the enclosure that held my working relic of an engine.“I didn’t expect THAT,” she said. “What is it?”“That, my dear, is a Norwegian fishing boat engine. They don’t make ‘em like that any more.”“Belongs in a museum,” she said as I checked the oil level.“Ah, it’s a sweet thing from a more civilized, less stressful time. Let’s get ‘er started.” My boat. I went to the operator’s position at the front of the main cabin, turned the ‘run’ switch on, walked.