“Hello, Mr. Strong,” I said coyly. “I can’t believe that you have me out here at this time,” he laughed, “You’re crazy you know that? Y...u’re going to be the death of me.” “Maybe, but what a way to go,” I said. I unbuttoned his coat and began to work on his pants, “You’re not having second thoughts are you?” “Of course not,” he said, “It’s not every day that you get to fuck a sexy minx like yourself in an alley.” “It could be like this every day for you. I can push you to do things that. .. sit down Michael." You're going to spoil me, my dear." Isn't that the whole idea - to get you to depend on me. We fight and break up until the play is over. Then we can reconcile and maybe start a family. My biological clock is ticking. I read the rest of the play - have you yet?" No, I've been overwhelmed by a pretty lady who's wearing my T-shirt, looking better in it than I ever did."She really did make a marvelous lunch. Afterwards, I helped her clear the table and we came back and did. As I tried to pull my dress down to cover up a bit, hubby yanked it up a bit further flashing my knickers and stocking tops to them all I half heartedly tried to pull it down. There was a few wow’s and fucking hell’s very nice, and I said thank you gentlemen glad you approve of my choice of underwear. Hubby whispered are you ok to which I whispered back very drunk and you do realise they can probably see my pussy through my knickers. Meanwhile there were more comments about how great the view. He was happy. He was surprised. He was cozy. He loved pulling on her. He lost his interest in the water surface and that was it. The yellow rubber ducky was the entire focus of his world. She held him against her body. All she had to do was hold him, purity of relationship. He loved her. His body relaxed onto her chest. His fingers every curious, those little kraken fingers that open and close, grabbed her cheeks and pulled them. Those soft little nails. The harsh pokes at her face that filled.