‘I feel like I need to do something to work off this meal… something recreational.’ You look at me with your eyebrows raised. I have a demure sm...le on my face. ‘Don’t you think that is a good idea?’ You nod slowly. ‘Oh yes. I think that is an excellent idea. What do you have in mind? I assume you have something on your mind,’ you say. I smile at you and look you directly in the eye. ‘Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.’ I get up and begin putting the dinner dishes away into the kitchen. You. One of my closest friends, back then, replaced her mother in the bedroom, when her mother passed away. She told me it seemed natural to her, as she found in her middle teens she had a strong bond with her father and her only stipulation was that he wear a condom, which he did and they became constant lovers.In the end I too became his lover, but by then I was sexually active with a number of men, so one more was just an enjoyable experience.There was a notorious bench in the local park which. Theywere the weirdest looking chairs I had ever seen. They were likegiant horseshoes with legs. My first thought was that this wouldbe great a great set to play poker with the girls. I could stareat their pussies through the table. I finished setting upeverything and went upstairs to change.I was about ready to step outside when the skies opened up. Itwas pouring rain. I went into the den to look at the weatherchannel, and it said that we were in for a wet afternoon andevening. The golf game. The door opened and his dance partner came in. She saw Joan and the gaucho and promptly took her clothes off. She was beautiful, small firm breasts, slim hips, shaved pubes and a firm high ass. She walked over to the bed and started sucking Joan's nipples while the gaucho kept fucking her. She gave Joan an open mouthed kiss, their tongues darting back and forth. Then she skimmed her hands down Joan's body and finger fucked her while she was still being fucked by the gaucho. The gaucho grunted.