Only now do you realise what we are watching. Your lips part slightly as if to speak but wisely you remain silent, staring ahead, knowing only too wel... what will come next. The man on the screen orgasms, pumping his cum over the woman’s hood and then pushing her back on the floor. My wife’s attention switches back and forward between you and the screen. One gloved hand is pressing her clitoris while the fingers of her other hand are bunched inside her cunt. The scene changes and on the screen a. ”His hand caught the gauzy skirt of my dress and dragged it up, his cold fingers resting on my leg beneath.“I don’t think you understand the word metaphor,” I breathed. “And you’re freezing.”“So are you.”We went home to our one-bed, damp-ridden, basement flat in Clapham and indulged ourselves by turning up the thermostat until the radiators creaked and hissed curses. We ate the remaining wedding cake and drank hot tea and sat on mismatched furniture, me still in my dress and Nathan in his. Unfortunately, most people have nothing when they arrive. At best the sponsor and the concubines grab their clothing and rush onto the teleport pad. At least most of the people at my pickup were like that.”“Most?” Linus asked.“Four of my concubines had full duffle bags of things we wanted to bring with us. We never thought about plants though. It was clothing, games, and a few items we wanted to keep as mementos,” I admitted.“Smart,” Linus said.“I’m beginning to realize just how much thought,. “No thanks. I think we’re okay,” Elle answered. “I’ll go with you, hun.” Elle’s Dad offered. Elle’s Mom handed her coat to me and I set it in my lap. “Could you hold onto this dear?” She asked me. “No problem,” I answered. Elle’s parents then began the climb up to the concession stand in the upper stands leaving Elle and I alone sitting next to each other in two cushioned fold up chairs. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I want this to be a really special night,” I whispered in her.