Eugene was telling Wayne '...I don't want to it hurts too bad...' and Wayne replied '...it only hurts for a little while and then you like it so come ...on don't act like you don't want to...' I drifted back off...but I awoke a little while latter when there was a loud clap of thunder. Startled I jumped out of my sleeping bag and into bed with Eugene, only Eugene wasn't there. Searching the room I remembered the conversation and went looking for Eugene and Wayne. The house was dark, all the lights. When she suddenly stopped rubbing her clit, I saw that she wasn’t even close to an orgasm. I told her to keep going until I told her to stop. She gave me a look of lust, or obedience, as she went back to polishing the man in the boat’s shiny bald pink head. No matter how many times I felt the little flutters, I knew she was making them happen in her mind. I was wetly pounding her tight pussy when she finally triggered her first real orgasm from rubbing her clit. Her pussy gripped my dick. Betsy nodded her agreement."And no one feels jealous?" My wife insisted not believing a word.This time the three answered together, "Nope".Then I asked something I thought it was important. "What about the future, I mean is this permanent?" Who knows? But then what's permanent these days? We are planning to move Barbara into the house lock, stock and barrel. Tomorrow we go to her apartment with a U-Haul and move home all her things." This sentimental deal has its own advantages, material. Everything that he had just accomplished would be discarded and replaced with a decapitating swing of a blade. ‘How primitive we biological entities are,’ he lamented.Porter appreciated that Gilly would say something much more diplomatic and productive than he was able to formulate in his head. However he had learned of late in his own interior battles that going straight to the matter at hand was the most effective way for him.He spoke into the silence. “I am glad to have passed but it is all.