After a great dinner, it was time to turn in for the night. "You take the bed in the back and I'll use the sofa," I told her."Oh, John, you should tak... the bed, after all this is your place!" she protested."That's okay, you're the guest here. Besides this is where I used to sleep as a kid… be kinda nice to go back to those days if only in my dreams!" I said."But is the sofa big enough for you?" she asked."Sure!" I said, and I showed her what a jack-knife sofa was. Pulling up on the bottom front. She could almost feel the blisters popping up on her untanned sections of skin.To have those lovely white tits burned red and raw would be a disaster but not as painful as having her cunt totally singed. The sweat beading on her body told her exactly how hot the sun was.As a hot wind began blowing across the desert, she heard the crunch of tires in the distance. Underneath her, the driver of the car got out and peered at her.The director said, "About ready, Miss Parks?" Hell, I didn't know it'd. How many girls you fucked?”“That’s personal, Mirra. What would you say if I asked how many boys you’ve fucked?”“I’d say, none.”“Really? As sexy and good looking as you are and as fun as to talk to as you are, you’ve never even given one boy a piece of pussy?”“No. Now then Mr. Josey Ruiz, are you gonna tell me how many girls have given you some pussy and how many you have fucked more than once?”“Mirra, if I told you the truth, you’d call me a liar then want me to take you home this. She was hungry and wanted breakfast. Those few moments in the shower together were priceless. At last I had my wife to myself; naked, close and all to myself. I was still erect but I was also sore from all my masturbating. I touched Jane; touched her pussy lips with my fingers but she pulled back. “I am quite sore.” She told me. I found myself apologising to her. Absurd I know; a husband apologising for touching his wife’s pussy because it was sore from her lover’s fucking! Back in the bedroom.