You pause, feeling something you can only describe as NOT normal. What was it? You don't understand. Then suddenly, like a ton of bricks. You remember...that dream you had. In it you had the ability to change social norms, simply by stating them. To change anything perceived as normal. You sigh starting to get up and walk out of your room. Shrugging off the dream as just that, a dream. You walk into your kitchen and get some water from the tap, quickly glancing at the clock on the wall, seeing. I was enjoying the feeling of her riding my membrane from the side, when I got an idea! I thought: " she wants me to make love back to her, so why not now! Everbody dreams! Right? So now would be a good time!" Rachelle starts to push back when I started to push forward, she freezes for a moment and looks over her sholder at me. I keep moving my hips in and out of her sweet little pussy and start moaning and slurring my wife's name. She just holds herself there as I keep pushing my hard tool. EROS’ bow has sunk deeper by nearly a foot. That’s why we were wading around out there. Checking the draft.”“And that makes the two of you happy? Oh, gosh! When you pump OFF the water? You made us a hole! To crawl out of! Oh my darlings!”“You got it, Unk! We’ll be floating again tomorrow. Where are we going? Have you finished deciding yet? I might offer a suggestion.”“Strait of Malacca worries me. Taking a boat load of women I adore, through there, just makes me ill to even consider. It’s the. “Shut up!” I repeated as I put my suit jacket on. “And sit on the bed!”Jean had stayed standing. She sat down on the bed.“Hide those aprons,” I said.Jean stuffed the crumpled aprons under a pillow.“Thank you, Jean. When my breakfast comes, don’t say a word. Understood?”Jean nodded.“OK. I will want to know about what happened to Martine last night. I don’t want what you did this morning to be known. Not only would it cost you your sodding job, but it would be embarrassing for me, and more.