" I'll go away and leave you alone, when you admit that there were two of us down there, and we both enjoyed it. Admit that and I'll go away as you as..., but you did enjoy it didn't you?"She was silent, the only sound, that of her breathing."Admit it and I'll go."Still she was silent, I waited, but she said nothing."Mum I need some honesty from you, I'm not going to take advantage of you now, but you need to accept that what happened tonight is a shared responsibility, we were both there, it. Speaking of home, we should probably head back and deal with the grocery shopping." It feels good to move the conversation back to the mundane aspects of our married life. On the way home the conversation focuses on household stuff. Lynn rests her hand on my thigh as I drive. She used to do that all the time but recently. I think about how nice it feels and realize that I have missed the simple affection more than I realized. The rest of the day is very ordinary. Neither of us talks about what. “You may as well give her the full tour,” Elyse said, winking at me.I took Malin to the basement and we worked our way up to the attic room where, to no surprise, Jorge was dancing with Cindi and George.“«De kan verkligen dansa!»” Malin said. (“They can really dance!”)“«Javisst!»” (“Oh yeah!”)I asked Malin to dance and as luck would have it, a slow song, Against All Odds by Phil Collins came over the boombox in the corner. She stepped right into my arms and put her head on my chest. Her body. In one scene I was a servant, dressed appropriately in servants attire, always with stockings and garter belt, and never with panties. I would be called to serve drinks after dinner, in a male only environment, and because I was a young and ovulating female, and the men on average were middle-aged to old, they were informed of my raised body temperature, and youthful fertility, that condition could somehow enhance the male libido by sucking my youthful vigour through their cocks, by fucking.