Get on your back.”This was not our usual lovemaking scene. The script was usually some kissing and licking, soft foreplay, some oral. Terry has neve... ordered me around in bed. Well, the script had been ripped up and we were now improvising. I propped my torso against the bed headboard and spread my legs. Terry moves immediately on her knees between my legs. She grabs her bottle of lube, conveniently holstered in her harness lube pocket, and applied a generous amount of cold lube to my still. "Yes, I can feel the heat inside you, honey. You're going to seduce our son and make him a man." It wasn't a question, it was a command and I knew at that moment that I would be powerless to refuse him and to be honest, it did make me wet. It made me wet because it was me yielding to my husband's will yet again and maybe I should be ashamed to admit it, but it made me wet thinking about my son's hard penis slipping into my pussy."How...how far do you want me to go, darling," I whispered."I want. 'The waiter replied, 'I am so sorry senor.There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning.If you come early and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy.'The next morning, the cowboy returned, placed his order, and that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day.After a few bites, inspecting his platter, he called to the waiter and said, 'These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve. What was most amusing and anachronistic, was that he sat quietly as if waiting for the headmaster, looking down at his large, rough hands fidgeting nervously with them as he awaited their arrival. ‘Etienne?’ I asked nervously and doubtful of whether or not I even had the right man. He looked up and my heart raced as his face brightened – with a smile as if a young child whose lost toy were returned to him. ‘You’ve come… I never thought you would…’ he said softly. ‘You have been waiting for me?’.