In the middle of the day we stop by a bistro that Tom highly recommends. It is on the late side of lunch and the place is fairly empty. We get a corne...r table, Tom laughs as he catches me checking out our waitress, "haven't you had enough for one day?" I grin. Tom has questions about you and me, my ex-wife, and what it is like to have lived around the globe.Finally I ask the question that I've been thinking should be asked, "so, tell me, does it bother you when I fuck your wife?"Tom thinks for a. ”“Yes.”“I could be a god like figure.”“Yes.”“I could quite literally be anything.”“Yes.”“Wait. If I wish something that turns me into an animal or something will I still have wishes?”“Yes.”“But how would I make them?”“I can understand meaning in any language or communication. But if clarity is required then I will not be able to act without some guidance. If you were in a form you were unfamiliar with you might find it difficult to provide that guidance.”“Huh. And you are just a disembodied. Then Patrick played a nine, making a run of three, worth three points, and advanced his peg past mine and into the victory hole. He had one of the two points he needed to win the bet. He smiled widely. “Beginning to get a yearning for something big up your ass?” he asked. “Who says it’s that big?” I returned. “So that’s your attitude,” he said. “Let’s see if you’re still talking that trash thirty minutes from now with my boner up your ass.” Patrick cleared his throat very deliberately. “You. This was completely UNKNOWN sex! Thiswas way better than I had expected when I walked in thedoor.A few minutes later, someone enter the adjoining booth,locked the door, and shoved his cock through the holewithout waiting for an invitation!This one was long and slim; the type I would love tofuck! I wasn’t sure that being fucked was an option, soI sucked him for a while. Just in case, I was workingKY Jelly up my ass with one hand while holding his cockwith the other.I stopped sucking, and.