" Tell me, please." I was naked in her bed, waiting. And I'd spent a lot to make it perfect. The only light in the room was the wick-glow of a hundred... candles. There were vases of roses all over the room. I'd plucked several dozen so the duvet was covered in petals. Which trailed out down the hall from her bedroom so she'd get the idea." And?" And then a little after five, I hear the front door open and slam shut. And then it's taking her forever to do that immediate thing of hitting her room. She looked like she had been doing it all her life. A part of me still couldn’t believe this was happening. My cock believed. It was rock hard. After a while, Maire looked over at my cock. “Terry may I suck your husband’s beautiful cock please,” she said in a desperate voice, like thirsty person in need of water.Terry looked up from her pussy eating and said, “Yes of course, help yourself. Thanks for asking first,” she said earnestly. Maire needed not further prompts. She leaned over and. Perhaps because he had come just a few minutes earlier, he kept thrusting away in Beth for quite some time.But it was still less than three minutes later that they heard an increased urgency in his grunts and then an unmistakable sound of release and satisfaction.“How’s it going?” asked Fran softly.“OK,” sighed Beth.Fran went in and found Alan once again sitting on the floor beside Beth, looking totally satisfied as his slick cock slowly shrank.Beth had turned away and was pulling her panties. Inside, I was composing my plea to Ryan. 'Harriett wants hands off, by men and women.' 'Don't waste your efforts on an ice cube.' 'Take it from me, there's no satisfaction to be had, so don't try.' "All right, if it means that much to you." Good." For the first time in a long time, Harriett smiled. "I'll make an early flight for this Thursday, so you can sightsee."A demand, not a request. What if Nashville wasn't a place I wanted to explore? On the other hand, some of those country singers were.