“Of course! That’s what was sticking out of Hymi’s chest! It was an arrow! Somebody shot him and saved me… I mean… saved Nikka(!) from being...sacrificed to Sangar.”“Sangar?” Monica asked, sounding surprised. “You mean Sangarius, the river god? My God! That WAS it! You dreamed about the legend of Nicaea, the half-human daughter of Sangarius and Cybele! That means it really happened! But, the way you tell it, Nicaea didn’t shoot Hymnus.”“No,” Jake replied. “I don’t think so. I was… I mean, she. Just the type of lady we are looking for." Lady" was emphasized to make sure he knew I knew what I most likely had underneath my skirt. Or, was that to point out that the word "lady" had a different meaning entirely. Either way, they were right and I wanted to be their Lady for sure no matter what that meant.After the bantering of power control and who gets what and who goes where, we were walking back to the club they just left. A note about the bantering. I love it. The words used to entice,. As I moved in to lick her pussy I could feel the heat pouring from her hot wet pussy. I went to town sucking her pussy juices and licking and biting on her clit. She pulled my shirt off as I was taking my pants off. Her husband still sitting in the recliner watching. I was eating her pussy good and she was going wild and I started to finger her one finger then two then three and then four it was streching her but she was so wet they were sliding in easily. I started realing fucking her good. My wife looked down and saw how transparent the suit had become. She stared at the guy, saying he could see for sure her hard nipples pushing against the thin fluorescent orange fabric. The young man nodded his head and Ana then spread her thighs wide, saying he could see her camel toe and guess how wet her cunt was right now…She was right; her wetness now showed perfectly the edges of her swollen pussy lips. Our new friend asked her if she did not bother to show her body in display like that….