The child turned to her parent. "Momma, they're playing that wedding song again."The mother beckoned to her daughter, "Come away from the doors, Dear....It isn't nice to do that." But Momma, they're playing that song again. Are they having another wedding?" No, Dear. Of course not..." I don't hear anything," the other woman said as she walked closer to the doors."She has exceptional hearing," the mother said. "Sometimes, embarrassingly so." Turning back to the child, "Come here Selina, before. I sought a Wise man; said to be here by the Town's people I had met as I entered this Vale. After an hour of climbing, I lay exhausted on the twisted branches of a crooked little pine clinging to the side of the mountain. The Vale lay far below, almost invisible in the thickening mist. "I bet the Wiseman is as gnarly and twisted as this tiny pine," I announced, grateful for the curiously strong branches supporting me, however twisted. "Young man, if you are finished resting," a voice drifted. “Come on, my wife, tell me what do you want to do with your husband’s penis? I want to hear it in your hot and sexy voice.”The compliment pleased me that even my voice was sexually appealing to a man less than half my age. “You will make me die of shame, darling,” I tried to look away from his piercing gaze. Like the assertive husband, he held my chin firmly and turned my face straight.Feminists will burn me alive. But the fact is that women love being dominated, especially in bed. He goaded me. It was a good job and fun working with Ken again. We'd stop at a local tavern after work and have a few beers, before heading for home or where they lived.Ken lived in Washington, so he was driving back and forth every week-end too.One night when we had gone to bed, I was in my shorts, as I liked to sleep naked, but didn't as I was sharing the bed with Ken. I woke up as he moved against my back side and I could feel his cock, it was kind of rubbing against my butt. He was asleep, or at least I.