He reached for her buttocks but she pulled away. “You’ll have to wait for your present until tonight!” she said, playfully. Allan smiled. Hell, ...he was looking forward to seeing just how far her fantasy from the night before would come to fruition. Little did he know that Beth was looking forward to his birthday outing even more than Allan. “I’ll need to go shopping shortly” she said, placing his breakfast in front of him. “Why?” Allan asked, scraping a burnt bit off his toast. “I’ve nothing to. . I am now fully impaled on my ass, yet the dildoon my mouth is just slightly pushing against the back of my throat.When I have to bend, however, things change. Both dildos are ingeniouslyhinged in a way that when I have to bend, the pivoting joints and leverspull the bottom dildo out of my stretched ass, while pushing top one in,down my throat ? the further I bend, the further the bottom one is pulledout of my suffering ass while inserting the top one deeper into mygagging throat, and since I. ’ She grinned. ‘Are you sure? I mean, you’ve never really done any scenes like that before.’ ‘I did some bikini scenes for the Scholarship girl.’ ‘Those were on a beach.’ ‘I knew that if anyone remembered them, you would.’ She grinned again, teasing me. I shrugged. If she wanted to do this, it would almost certainly help the film. I deliberately hadn’t written any scenes like that for two reasons. The first and major reason was that I didn’t think she’d want too. The second and more selfish. Nothing was said on the adventure till later that day, both needed time to rest and to think. It was May that brought up the subject when it seemed a bit more appropriate just before bedtime, after a long quiet evening in front of the TV. “Well Ian, how do you feel about your wife now, after her having slept with your friend?” it was a bold question Ian having said little since they had got out of bed about two o`clock. He started a little slowly, explaining, “that he felt awful having talked.