"Sounds wonderful, but we can hardly abandon our guests to their own devices all day. We could take a picnic down to the Bradwell peninsula – visit ...t. Peter's chapel, walk along the sea defences. Or have lunch at the Green Man." Can't I tempt you?" Dulcie pressed against him, but she was smiling gently.He enjoyed the pressure of her body against him for several minutes. "You always tempt me, sweetheart ... and I usually succumb. But not this morning." He just squeezed her and tried to pull. This time, she put her hand on my stomach and moved her fingers slowly, as if to console my belly after some unknown fear. Radiating like lightning from a summer sky, fiery nerves flashed from beneath her hand to my hips, to places I never felt when around her before. The wetness. Oh my, the wetness. I excused myself again. I was extremely aroused and I wondered if she even knew why I had been going to the restroom so much. She never said a word the entire time. Still, I had become addicted to. He was too impatient to take her home and, once again, used the desk. It was perfect for their celebratory fuck, because now that her tummy bulged, he could stand up with her ankles on his shoulders and the height of the desk lined his prick up perfectly to penetrate her.Had they known about the hurricane of attention that was about to blow into their lives, they might have reflected on the irony of what they were doing while that hurricane built strength.Once Bob was temporarily sated - and he. That was Reginald. He is a friend of mine. He works with another friend of mine and I am helping him prepare his taxes.” I smiled to myself and the conversation moved on to other topics. Dinner was delicious, we finished the bottle of wine and opened another. As the warm, fuzzy effect of the wine took over, Gracie’s language got a bit saltier and she even told a few dirty jokes. At one point she was standing at a kitchen counter pouring wine for us and I decided to just go for it. I walked up.