I was very rewarded. Kissed just before my own slumber, tasting myself on her lips.We made it through another night with no particular goal nor itiner...ry. I think that’s part of the magic in our lifestyle. Our affections flow as freely as the hours we spend together.When we woke, though, it seems like we all had the same goal in mind – the home marina. We made short work of getting under way and just after noon we loaded up in the car and drove home. There’s something about home, too. I know,. THEN Jacques sent her photos. He turned out to be forty years old and fifty pounds overweight."It was not a pleasant night in our home that day that letter came..." she said.Colleen turned every shade of red and gamely tried to defend old Jacques. "He was sweet," she insisted. "It was just that he was old, fat, weird, and had misspelled tattoos. Other than that, and his quadruple chin, he was nice ... As long as you overlooked his pierced nipple and perpetually limp lower lip, that is."You know. We went to the ones for both your parents Jackie. The one for your father was the best funeral either of us have ever been to. So many people we knew were there, and that thing that you, Ray, and Billy did near the end, where you each got up and told some stories about your father, that was so moving, and it was really funny too. You don't expect to laugh very much when you're at a person's funeral, but almost all of the people there were laughing too. When Ray talked about your father, it was. 'Your husband', he asks again, as his fingers finally make contact with my other hole, 'He's watching us', I gasp, as his fingers meet inside me, the thin gossamer separation between my anus and cunt, being massaged crudely.'Turn around' he orders, pulling me in one direction, both his inserted fingers guiding my tortured body to the left, and as I spin on my own axis, I look at the darked glass of the balcony sliding doors, knowing my husband is there watching and wanking himself.'Bend', he.