Tell them it is more comfortable at one of your tables in the kitchen than in their car. They can survey us from in here."Fran has a smile on his face... grabs a tray, loads it, puts on a fresh chef's hat and walks across the street. He taps on the window: first, they try to ignore him; that doesn't work and he taps continuously until the window is rolled down. There is a short discussion, they accept the tray, and then Fran comes back."They are two greenhorns, they may come over." Thanks Fran. ”“Yes, he’s attractive – but we are married Mike – so no, of course I wouldn’t fuck him.”“Of course we’re married, and we’re always going to be married.”I paused, and decided to paint an erotic picture to gauge her reaction.I spoke in a lighthearted, mater of fact tone.“We are at the bar tonight, Mark’s there. We have a few drinks, you flirt with him a bit like you did last night. We go up to the room, the three of us. We strip you down, and he fucks you with that big cock of his. I watch –. -- who tell me it is an anomaly to call vehicles “rigs”, as if they were horse-drawn wagons. In the north, that’s what they’re called, so I’m sorry.)She gave the man all her information while I trudged back to the truck and pulled it around to the door. I shed my own parka since the cab was nice and toasty by then (Rebel was panting). I turned the heat down. She came out and felt the heat when she opened the door. Quickly shrugging out of her coat, she poked Rebel’s butt to move him into the. Still, we were nowhere closer to his orgasm. I slowed down and came to a stop before I asked, “What can I do to make you come?” “Let me fuck your ass.” I thought he was joking until he grabbed my ass with both hands. “No way. Anything besides that?” “Have you ever done it?” He said as he ran a finger between my ass cheeks. “No.” I said as I pushed his hand away. “You might like it.” “Or I might not.” I’d heard from a friend who had done it and her review was very negative. She said she’d.