*****Whoa. Why are you doing all this? Jerry leaves the rest area, and thenyou spend four hundred words describing it. You're wasting time.Well, just ...because Jerry left doesn't mean we're going with him rightnow. If you would go do your job, the readers would know we're followingsomeone else too.Don't you think it would be nice to warn them that you're making a changelike that? You've changed the mood and even the tense you were using.Have you gone back to Calvino mode or something?No, but I. “Bill, would you mind switching places with me tonight? I haven’t had Aimi yet.”“You’re k**ding! You want to give Brigitte to me?”“Well,” he said as he looked down. “I’ve sort of been screwing around with Brigitte for several weeks and I’d really like to spend the night with Aimi.”I was taken aback! Jim was screwing Brigitte already and wanted a change. I guess it was my lucky night.“Does Wayne now?”"Oh god no! It was Brigitte's idea to talk to him about joining the club. That way we'd never. She then brought Lauren out and showed her the magnificent b**st. Lauren was still confused and asked why she brought the horse out and why she was acting so weird. Emily didn't say a word. She simply walked over to the horse and rubbed its head and then its side. Then she did something Lauren couldn't believe, she slid off her summer dress, panties and bra. She got on the ground and crawled under the huge a****l. Even so Lauren could tell what Emily was going to do, she still couldn't believe. I was resolved after her lustful display. "Over here, bitch, on your knees." She jumped quickly to obey and knelt with her knees on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging off.My wife has a beautiful bottom, always had. In fact it was the first thing I noticed about her years ago. Other than kissing, fondling and generally admiring that part of her, we had not done anything else. Until our honeymoon. In a little private cottage in Dover she asked, nay begged, for me to fuck her ass. I admit I was.