He was in and out quickly and took off to get drunk someplace so I started with the wife Joyce. She was scared and even shaking but she said that she ...ad to go through with it because otherwise her husband would get mad. I could tell that Joyce didn’t want him to get mad. I felt sorry for her but at the same time it excited me to know that she was subjecting herself to me almost against her own will. I took the standard pictures of her dressed and then had her undress for me. It was fun to. Do you want to go over to their place dear?” “That would be great.” Pat said. “But is very far? Because I really need to pee.” She said quietly to her husband. “We would love to join you back at your place, but Pat needs to visit the lady’s before we leave.” “Oh, I use a visit myself.” Beth stated. “OK, we will meet you out front then.” The two men finished their drinks and walked outside to wait on their wives. Beth and Pat entered the lady’s room and Pat entered the stall. She was a little. ‘Okay. Who cooked all the meals?’ ‘He burnt everything –‘ I hesitated in surprise as we strayed from the path, Adam tugging me on to the grass. ‘Short cut,’ he said simply, glancing down at me as he led the way across the moonlit meadow, now taking a brisk diagonal route towards the summit. ‘There’s a much better view if you go this way. So who cleaned the flat?’ ‘Well –‘ I stopped to slip off my sandals then ran to catch up with him, the cool grass feeling wonderful beneath my hot, aching. When i arrive to his house, we spent our time in his home-office where he show some of his travel photo to me. Thing are working out fine for us, we chat, we laugh and we share some updates on our life after the breakup (2years ago). I offered to wash the dish after we have done with the food. While i was washing, i heard small foot steps walking toward me from behind. The moment before i manage to turn around, i realized that he was standing behind me, with his crotch pressing hard to my butt.