I am sure that all of you have heard about this game.It normally goes something like this. The couplearrives to a bar separately, one partner (usually...thewoman) flirts with some of the patrons, and then theother partner (usually the husband) comes over andsweeps this ‘stranger’ off of her feet. They leavetogether, both with hugely boosted egos. Tom and I haveplayed this game often over the last few years. (Wehave been married for 5.) Lately, though, I have beenfeeling like it is a. Gasping, panting, groaning, moaning, fucking like they would continued fucking in this mad, frantic way forever, they went on and on. Never before had Yvonne been fucked in such a way and for so long - she was in her sexual heaven.Once, twice, three times Yvonne was brought to a raging, orgasmic crescendo, each time falling back panting and gasping, but after just a moment's pause, ready for ever more fucking, sucking, and frantically devouring one anothers bodies.It was the early hours when. “Er.......no” I mumbled, not wanting to show my lack of real experience.“Don’t be shy about it babe. S’not a big deal. Now gimme your hand”. I stretched out my hand as ordered and she squeezed a dollop into the middle of my hand as she turned round with her back to me. Nikki bent forward onto all fours and turned her head to look at me. “Right, now get my arse hole nice and slippery...”. I looked at her and looked down at the jelly. “Go on then! I ain’t gonna shit in yer hand!!!!” I put my. Freedom of speech is a fundamental right guaranteed to all sentient life. I dislike that filthy scum but I would die to defend their rights.”I was quite impressed by that statement and she sounded just like Mr. Walthers, one of my basic school teachers. The protest group suddenly stopped and pelted everyone in sight with red plastic bags. A human blonde with a fanatical glare in her face tossed one in my direction. I was able to avoid it only partially, the thing burst, hitting my shoulder.