I had been in a wonderful dream. I was twenty years younger and walking on the beach naked with my husband and John. I reached over John and turned of... the alarm.John rolled over and opened his eyes halfway. “Good morning, sexy.”“Good morning yourself. Now go take a shower. We smell like sex and I have to get ready for work.”John got up and headed for his room. “Remember what I said if you see numbnuts. God, what a fucking loser.”I could not stop thinking about what I had done with John last. She suddenly realized that pleasing him had become very important to her. Oh, shit, Girl. You’ve never baked for a man before coming here, let alone been concerned with pleasing one. It might well be time to back off before you get in over your head. Remember, he’s a lifer. He’ll still be here when you leave. But the mere thought of leaving brought a feeling of intense dread that was difficult for her to override.At the mention of cookies, the wolves had become very interested in what she was. I made Cathy come twice, and then she rubbed me to a big orgasm, my come shooting over her breasts.By the time we were dry and dressed, the rain had cleared, and there was blue sky to the east. As we were making lunch, I told Cathy that I really should head back to my place to make sure things were still right after the storm, and to get the leaves and branches that were no doubt in the swimming pool. I also needed to do some piano practice. She said that she wanted to experiment further with. I was pissed, jealous, and much to my dismay, hard again.As she slurped it up, she looked over toward the door. I think she was surprised that it was ajar. I don't think she saw me because she didn't stop cleaning her fingers, but she did say again, "I really should get dressed and you should get back to the party, lover." And with that she gave him a wicked smile and went to kiss him. He backed away, not wanting to come in contact with her cum smeared mouth. She punched him on the shoulder and.