"What do you mean?" whined Jonah."I asked you not to lie so please don't insult me by denying all thoseshanks you've done behind my back. I'm not stup...id you know," said Traceymatter of factly. "But we need to get everything out on the open andmaybe we can move past it if there's really still some love left in myprincess." Look at me ..... would I do this if I didn't love you?" said Jonah."Those things were just drunken stupors. They were accidents just liketonight." But what about tomorrow when. We stripped and soaped and scrubbed. There wasn’t any shaving gear.The ladies emerged some minutes after us and after we finished off several bottles of mineral water we moved on to wine. It and the tray of munchies disappeared very quickly. They were followed by empanadas to serve as appetizers, and the aroma of roasting meat kept us very attentive. It was a low fire, I noted, and while I could see the red coals and see the rising heat waves, there were no open flames. The chef’s assistant. Seeing me stop that young man was enough to stop the others even trying anything.Two things that I enjoy when I use the underground during the quiet times are the escalators and the warm breeze that blows when a train pushes the air ahead of it. Many is the time that my skirts have blown up when I’ve been standing on a platform or an escalator and given other travelers a great view of my butt or pussy and I never react to my skirts blowing up. I always pretend that I don’t know and quite a few. Trust. You.”“What about accidents?”“I have a plan for that.”John slipped off his briefs and threw them to the floor. He was about to resettle on Sue when she said, “Hold on a sec. I want to spread the juices around a little. Okay. Worm around a little bit so it lubes you up too. Good. Go ahead and start moving. Mm. Much better than our underwear. How does it feel to you?”“Exquisite.”“Waxing eloquent, are we?”“If you could feel what I feel the way I feel it, you’d know there is no other.