‘I think he will come around.’ After dinner we tried to murder each other on the gaming system. Lots of kissing too. As Paige was starting to lea...e she caught me staring at her cute ass for the thousandth time that night. It looked so good in those shorts. ‘Have you developed a new obsession?’ She asked smiling coyly. ‘It’s not really a new one.’ I responded. ‘You just look extra delicious today.’ She bent over and placed her elbows on the dining table. ‘Is that better?’ It was. Her little. Nothing was said on the adventure till later that day, both needed time to rest and to think. It was May that brought up the subject when it seemed a bit more appropriate just before bedtime, after a long quiet evening in front of the TV. “Well Ian, how do you feel about your wife now, after her having slept with your friend?” it was a bold question Ian having said little since they had got out of bed about two o`clock. He started a little slowly, explaining, “that he felt awful having talked. I was looking down at her; she tilted back her head, our eyes made contact. I moaned, whispered, Lacenta, Oe Nani Ipo! (You beautiful lover) I then exploded into her mouth. She pulled herself off and let my volcanic eruption spew out toward her face. Streams rained onto forehead and flowed down. When I had ceased erupting, she leaned forward and hungrily encouraged more hot volcanic flow from my cone to spew into her mouth. She lifted her head up, looked at me and said `Ono mo’. (Delicious. Suddenly, one o' dem Jerman Fokkers dives at me out of the sun. guns blazing. Well, I [description of aerial battle] and got behind him and shot that Fokker down."The radio announce broke in and said, "For those in our audience who are unfamiliar with warplanes, the Germans in World War One flew a plane known as the 'Fokker'. The Red Baron is probably the best known flying ace who flew one. Back to you, Sven." Ya, Ya," said Sven. "Dat's right. But dis vas WWII, and dem Jerman Fokkers vas.