Ask the girls, Katy. I know you have, at least some of them.”I put the spatula down again and refilled our wine glasses, then continued.“I guess I...��m wondering exactly what point you’re trying to make. If nobody is being hurt and I’m not lying to anybody about the future, or the past for that matter, and we’re all consenting, then just what the heck is your issue? You’ve never struck me as some moralizing prude, so I don’t think it’s that. I know at least one of the girls thinks you are because. It all started one 4th of July when my wife and I attended one of their barbeques. Sue was slightly drunk, just enough to let her habitations down but not so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing.Anyway, that was one hell of a barbeque. Before the hamburgers were done I'd fucked Sue so hard and fast that we'd both cum together. And yes it was in their master bathroom. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever done, sexually. To that point.I still don't know why Sue is the way she is, but. I pulled back the covers and mounted him sinking his lovely hard cock into my very wet pussy."What," he grunted as he awoke to find me riding him, "God Jen, it's too bloody early for this."I was too busy to reply for my first orgasm of the day was fast approaching."Oh yes," I shouted as it washed over me."Fucking woman," he said and pushed me off and onto my back.He was fully awake now and rearing to go. He slipped back into me and started to fuck me quite hard, just the way I like it. My. In the early days of the last century, rumor held that great fortunes were to be made by any w ho were hardy enough to go to the great frozen wastes of northern most North America. There were wild stories of gold by the ton, and rubies by the bushel, and mink by the mile. Eventually these stories filtered into the dry, dull sheep stations near Dubbo, Australia, in the Great Outback, and fueled the dreams of one Fred Smith. He was a swagman of unknown parentage possessed of an interest in easy.