This year, it is the first time that the spouses are guest (s) at the dinner of the last evening. The seminar is held in a beautiful mansion, close to...Toulouse. Murielle, my wife, arrives at 8 PM when we are having drinks. Although it is quite cold for the season, she wears as usual a short beige colored skirt, clear heeled shoes and a light orange jacket. She is cute and elegant. Yet, I am surprised to discover that under the jacket she is wearing her white bodice. I must admit that unless. The constant harping from Sue and me convinced her they should stay, she didn't know why, but knew it was important.I'd love to have told her the real reason. To explain Scott was a part of Greg, that he hadn't really left me, that he was there waiting for me. Of course, I knew I couldn't say that, she didn't believe in that stuff. Dad even less. By the end of the week all was on track, dad had even rung Greg to confirm all Sue and I had said. Even commenting on how nice he sounded. Now it was. “How have you been?” Harry asked as they sat down together on the bench“I’ve never been better, god I don’t know what you did to me but wow it was magic!” Sharon said with a grin as she looked at the old man sat next to herHarry laughed and placed his hand on Sharon’s thigh and gave it a little squeeze, a shudder passed through her body as she felt the touch a man walked by and took a long look at the pair of them, this young woman’s leg getting squeezed by a man old enough to be her. "Tell me what you need, hon. Tell me what will make you cum for me." She whispers softly. She knows exactly what I need, but she wants me to say it out loud. I stop her thrusts and wrap my arms around her neck. I smile."I want to ride you, I want you to grab my ass and fuck my pussy with your big cock while you talk dirty to me."I can see her actually shiver at my words. If it was even possible her eyes turn another shade darker with lust and the feral growl she lets out shakes me to my core..