"Lay down on the loveseat." She obeys without hesitation, laying back and spreading her legs. I take two fingers and slowly side them into her wet pus...y, looking for her g-spot. I know that she's never been really pleasured by fingering, as she told me that her boyfriend is under the impression that shoving three fingers in there and fucking her at the speed of light is what feels good, when it's actually just uncomfortable. I grin as I find her spot. Slowly, I begin stroking it, my fingers. Asshole," she said, startling me with her foul language. I couldn't recall hearing her use that word before. "He came over, and...and...sprayed me. He fucking started it."I definitely had never heard her use the F word before, and I was startled into silence. I looked worriedly at my wife. The strain of a situation like this affected everyone differently. I had to admit I myself had strange, mixed feelings about the strange, surreal goings on. But it's strange how being in totally different. “Lisa “Jessie can never find out about this. “Don’t worry Zeke” she said, I am as much to blame as you. I wanted this for a long time. “But he is my best friend” Zeke replied and my Husband she said. I promised Jessie I would look out for you while he got better and I will keep that promise but not this way. ‘’ I understand Zeke “but you can’t sit there and say you didn’t enjoy it. Besides I see the way you look at me. Well we can never let this happen again Zeke said as he left her room and. Thank you all and good night!"The girls were again impressed by the quality of the salad and the size of the portion. It was clearly a pleasant change for the man to have customers who were sober and polite, and we were definitely getting favoured treatment.The police van turned past us as we left Caroline Street; the driver and passenger taking a good look at the group of six of us. Adrian commented on it."Not like at home!" This is where all the drunks come for a kebab when they are chucked.