That's when I saw them.They were bent over the kitchen table.Well actually Mike was the one bent over the table. Beth was bent over Mike fucking him h...ard, really hard. She was wearing huge strap-on dildo that looked more like the business end of a baseball. A loud slap-slap-slap thundered in the room as hip met butt and the dildo disappeared into Mike's ass again and again and again.The strangest thought entered my mind, I wondered how long it would take Mike's asshole to return to normal after. ”“How can I argue with that? I just don’t want to presume anything,” I laughingly joke.“You know nothing, Jon Snow,” I recognize the quote from one of my favorite fantasy novel series, ‘A Song of Ice and Fire,’ and we both laugh as she brush the snow off my shoulder. “Have you seen the HBO series based on the novels?” I ask her.“Yeah, I’ve seen them but it’s not as good as the books,” she replies earnestly.I smile as I agree with her assessment. Live action never compares to the book. “More. The man that was her man.Owen had left the two of us alone to talk. That had been at her request. To talk, but neither of us was speaking, not immediately; then, I did.“Pretty bad, huh?” I said.“Sam I...” she said, but stopped . . .“Yeah, I know. Abigail said that looking at me made her skin crawl,” I said. “She didn’t know I’d heard her till after the fact.”“Sam! I will never say anything like that to or about you,” said Lana. “You and Owen rescued me. I love you, the both of you.”“Well, lunch. She spoke perfect English with a European accent we couldn’t pin point and she never did tell us her exact background. Or whether she was gender fluid.After a few drinks we started to tease her about our sex life and intimate details of how my partner liked to be licked to orgasm more than once.With every drink she kept recrossing her gorgeous.long legs for me. Or both of us? Sasha was obviously enjoying this banter and started asking some questions.“How hard are you while you lick her? “Do you.