" Well, no shit," he snapped. "You had your thighs clamped so hard on your lover's ears that neither of you could hear, and with all the squealing you...two were doing, I guess you weren't paying much attention to anything else other than the pussy in your face and your own orgasm." You said something to us, before you fired your pistol?" Elizabeth asked, again."Well, hell yeah. 'Honey, I'm home, ' didn't do it. So I told the two of you that we might have a problem. Hell, you were too busy. " She hesitated so I slapped her ass real hard. She reached down and spread her womanhood open. Her face was red from embarrassment, which excited me. She started to rub her clit, and I made her quit. "You only do what I tell you to do," I told her.I told her husband to stand by us and hold her skirt up so her ass and pussy stayed exposed. He held her skirt up, and I slipped a finger into his mouth and told him to get it wet. and then I reached down, spread her ass cheeks, and worked my. My sheer white blouse that hints at the detailed lingerie underneath trying it's very best to keep my ample soft fleshy curves at bay. And my tight pencil skirt, that hugs my hips and thighs.Taking your hand, I turn and walk down the hall to the living room. Sitting you in your favorite arm chair, I perch myself on your knee. Your hand comes up to cup my chin, running your thumb across my lips. This simple caress has my eyes closed and my breath catching. You know I am yours, and I am keenly. Things were getting a little too complicated for me. I knew there was a reason I'd avoided long-term involvements."What chance of a fish or two for supper?" Grace asked."You know where the line is," I said.We kept our course throughout the day. Close-hauled, in the moderate breeze, we were making about four knots consistently. I wasn't sure if we'd clear the Lleyn Peninsular but I was planning on tacking well short of it in any case. The distance was about sixty miles, so we'd tack sometime.