The women stayed to help Millie get the mattress stuffed and comfortable. Some other women from town also showed up. One brought a pot, another a broo... and two others some provisions, including flour, bacon, beans and some eggs. A man came and left without a word, dropping off half a wagonload of split wood, though it was left in a pile rather than being stacked.But Millie felt welcome, and she was grateful for everything she received. It made her want to be the best teacher she could be. She. I doubt that he could have found a bottom who could both keep up with him sexually and live with him domestically. And I found the same rare mix in him. Our in and out of bed lives did not really have a clear line of division. One was a part of the other and easily blended.And that brings up the subject of our ritual. Every relationship either settles in to a ritual or it starts to fade in to happenstance sex. Ours emerged from what came naturally to both of us in our own way. It usually. . interlude.It wasn’t better that he was half-naked and more than half-hard from the sinful feeling of her hands on his skin.He’d let her take the lead at every step so far in their relationship, terrified of overstepping, or painting a target on her back, or tainting her with his reputation. He’d waited until she approached him, made her be the one to flirt first, let her set the pace. He’d had to stop himself from asking her over and over again if she was certain she wanted to do this.But he. When I woke up my husband was not next to me, I sat up and looked around, it was late but not dark, I got up and walked to a group of people over by a picnic table, I found my husband in the crowd, I looked at the table and saw 2 girls on it one was riding a cock with one in her mouth, and the girl on the other side was being fuck in her pussy as she jacked off 2 guys, I felt a hand on my ass, I turned to see the guy that helped my husband wash me off, he was rubbing my ass saying how hot it.