I went to my coffee maker and started it. I wasn’t as wet as her but had gotten damp during all this in addition to a slight chill. It was the middl... of spring and could be cool with the clouds and rain.I pulled two mugs and filled them both. I had put creamer and sugar packets on the table while the coffee dripped. I put her full mug on the table and sat down with mine. I drank mine. She doctored hers pretty thoroughly with creamer and two sugars. She made a face as she drank it. I knew it was. He still worked alongside the women but now they feltfree to 'borrow' him from his labors whenever they felt like it, for aquick climax or two. Even though he didn't understand their words heknew from their tone and laughter that they often joked about him and isplight. They loved to stroke his new curves and toy with histraditional erogenous zones, as well as those that their secret artstold them how to access. He was in a constant state of neediness,always hair-trigger ready to get his. We both loved the giddy rush of the high releasepoint and the long fall. Compared to my franticflailing and awkward splash, Tessa could twist andmanage a graceful entry. However, most of the time, sheattempted some playful maneuver and dared me to copyit. I tried some, but was handicapped by trying to makesure my top didn’t slide off on the impact with thewater.Eventually, we retreated to the shore and stretched onthe grass to dry in the warm sun. I fetched the lunchwe had packed. Tessa. I told you to shut up. We aren't going to talk. I'm going to talk when breakfast is over and you're going to listen or we are finished! Done! Kaput! Now eat!"After breakfast, I took my coffee into the den and sat in a chair facing the couch. I motioned for my husband to sit on the couch. He seemed to have gotten the message because he did it without objection. When he was seated, I began."You will remain silent while I'm speaking. If you interrupt for any reason, I will leave and file for.