Spencer said with a small laugh.“There are no secrets between us. I knew he was here with Karin and Jennifer. I know about him and Melanie, and I kn...w all about Birgit.”Mr. and Mrs. Spencer both nodded and took sips of their coffee. That was still a tough subject for them, and the fact that they’d almost lost Melanie to suicide only increased the emotional impact of Birgit’s death. They hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye to their ‘daughter’ as I had to my lover. Birgit had lived with them for. She really needed to consider a reduction to avoid future back problems. I made a mental note to talk to Gretchen and mention it to her. "Gretchen, can I talk to you for a little while?"Gretchen stood up and grabbed her purse. "Sure. Let's leave the ladies to talk, and we'll wander the ship."Trish nodded and looked at me. "Can Sandy come, too?" she asked imploringly."Of course," Gretchen said with some surprise, "if she wants to."I grabbed my purse and stood up. "Sure. Keven can talk sports. He jammed his cock back in my mouth and asked if I agree.Hell I wasn't thinking about what he really said I was horny and figured this was just some sex game to him.He told me if I took his cum, I would be his wife forever.'Yeah right.' I thought.He pounded my mouth with his cock, then all of a sudden he shoved a huge load right down my throat. He made sure every drop was left in my mouth for my enjoyment! He pulled out and told me from that point forward I was now his and would do all he. My wife answered that just one of us would be tasting this time. We were standing next to the other couple at the bar - my wife next to the man, me to the left of her, and his wife to his right of him. I have a thing for my wife's butt. I love to touch and rub it! I was standing there playing with her butt while listening to them talk about how the grapes were grown and processed to get the flavor. Like I said, I don't care too much for red wine. I was rubbing her butt, sometimes lifting her.