We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most acc...modating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and renewal of the three of us, then made me a long distance contributor in a most unique threesome. Such a creative, imaginative woman! This morning she was acutely horny. I nodded and smiled up at her. “Yes,” I replied, “but only if you want me to.” “Oh I do Mike, I do” she whispered, “it’s years since anyone did that.” Smiling up at her I moved my hands to the waistband of her skirt. “This need to come off first though,” I said as I unclipped the top of it. She smiled down at me and raised her hips allowing me to pull it down along with her tights. She went to push her knickers down but I stopped her. “No leave those Hazel,” I said, “I’ll do that when I’m. I didn't know any of them, but one of them recognized me from the promos. I would be happy when Bernard taught me how to hide in plain sight. I had the crispy corn beef hash, cheese, and egg sandwich on a bun at least twice the size of a hamburger roll. The potato fritters were excellent as usual. From the beginning Helen had made the best coffee in town. She had three or four kinds of Gourmet shit, but her house brand was the best in my opinion. I called it truck stop coffee, because it was. The music ended and we headed back to the table. Our dinner was arriving, so we just started enjoying the meal. We were much too close to others to have much of a conversation other than talking about what was going on with Star, the upcoming barn and other arrangements. While Sarah wasn’t served wine, I kept my glass close to her so she could sneak a drink now and then. Our waitress noticed and smiled back as I shook my head “yes”. Since she was driving, I whispered, “Just a little, honey, you.