He and I talked while Amy explored. I wound up telling him our story and why we needed a home. He was understanding. He said, "I have heard of that pr...gram. I'm not sure I approve. It seems to force things on those who participate." I agreed. Suddenly he brightened, "You were in my restaurant last night! Your lady was gorgeous in her dress. You two made a great looking couple."Amy heard that as she came back into the front room. Her eyes were shining. "Thank you, Mister Ling. That is a. I just felt like a fuck and you were the guy in my sights. Don’t mention me to Alice.’ ‘You know about me and Alice?’ ‘She’s a friend of a friend who talks a lot and I have seen you two walking into the movies and restaurants.’ ‘She’d half kill me if I told her.’ ‘Goodnight Dick. Just remember this: Never tell a lover you have fucked another woman. They can’t bear the thought of being told that. In that instance, women invariably prefer the man to lie to them.’ ‘Good night and thanks for that. “Ok…” I simply said, and in one continuous, smooth, steady motion, I buried myself deep into Stacey’s bowels, complete with a firm grip on her hips that forced her asshole open“Uhhhh – Oh Gah – Owwww……” She said in a long grunt. Her breathing was ragged and heavy, and I held there. After a moment, she calmed.“Do I own this ass?” I asked“Wah? Uh – Yes! Yes Sir!” Stacey replied, her face flush. It’s your ass Sir!” she added.“Good girl. Tell me to fuck MY ass hard” I said softly“Ow – Uh…Please. Now "I" knew what he'd meant by his answer too, and I KNEW the area he was talking about or that he'd left out as doing better so far, was of course his sex life! At that point I sort of half turned to face him, and I placed my hand on his bare leg. I knew he could feel my tit pressing against his arm, and I could see the bulge in the crotch of his shorts as I started talking again! I kind of made a joke of things then, as I told him what he needed was to forget about love and all that other.