I don't know what the hell my wife's problem was, but it seemed that she'd always get angry at the dumbest things, and she'd say stuffy bullshit, tryi...ng to ruin the mood. It didn't work.Getting to Tennessee, we'd settled into our cabin, gotten things around, gotten some dinner, hung out for awhile, and later in the evening, with the sun down, it being dark outside, and the weather cooling off a bit, we wound up in the hot tub. And God, was it an amazing time. I didn't even let my wife's shitty. He had to admit that it was something he could only dream of, of course being a geek, he was one of the many computer owners who had seen Lucy’s accidental flash at the NHL match and he was one of the many who really liked what he had seen. And now, scant meters away from him, covered by thin slices of cold meat was those same breasts, not pixels, but flesh and blood.The party started to liven up, people wandered over and picked up some of the food and settled into little groups talking away.. “Yeah, that’s cool,” Jake replied.Dani walked back down the hallway, past the kitchen and back into the bedroom. She sat down to the computer consol when something strange caught her eye. It could have been the fact that she had just met her boyfriend’s hansome friend from work, or it could have been her overactive imagination, but among the titles of folders she had just seen pop up on her computer screen, the words “naughty vixen” had just caught her eye. “It couldn’t have been,” she. I've never gotten so close to coming so quickly with Dan, but he must hear something in my voice, because he pulls the stimulator away, back down my thigh. I'm writhing, trying to will it back. I know that I can let go of the ropes, but I'm not sure that he'll use this magical device on me if I do, so I just breathe as I listen to the drums and slowly relax. I feel the cloth move and his finger slowly pushes into my vagina. The stimulator slowly moves back up my thigh. The volume on the drums.