We have some really racey conversations on line, why spoil it.I went in and loitred around the cafe entrance and as I looked up I saw this amazing man...walking towards me. That must be him I thought. As he smiled at me and I smiled back there was the confirmation.We ordered coffe and sat down and all through I wasn't really listening to the conversation. I was undressing this man.We had swapped pics of our body parts and here he was all covered up. I was dreaming of running my hands through his. I tried to call him but he didn’t listen to me. I was asking the men near me to get me down but they were also not listening. I was thinking that I was lost and I was sold by the men near me to a brothel house. I was looking at them with confusion mind and they were all staring at me with lusty eyes. I was very scared and was looking for help. Then a man came and held his hand on my shoulder and said that he will help me. I thanked him and he pulled the chain and we got down. He said that his. Then came the rice and Patra and I dashed for the car, off to what would be. Our union that night was our first, they way it was in our world. It was painful for her but I tried to be gentle. All was fine for several months, the nice mobile home Dad and I set up down by the old swimming hole was nice. I worked the farm like always, Patra did a fair job of keeping house and cooking, but she really was a bit out of her element. Sarah had gone off to college, I did miss her. It wasn’t long before. " John agreed, "But does that mean we have to stop trying new things, or doing the things that excite us?"Julie pondered that. "No, I suppose you're right." Her face twisted in curiosity and asked, "Are you saying you want to have a threesome? I mean, it was one thing when we were stoned college k**s, but we haven't been those people in years."John hesitated, not wanting to create any tension in his marriage. "Not a threesome, exactly. But sometimes I think about you and...um, you know..