"Yes...yes...YES...DO IT... MAKE IT HAPPEN!"We hugged afterwards and I had to ask if she was serious. My wife slowly turned away until we were in the ...poons position. "Yes." she whispered as I caressed her tits; "I think so...but only if." Then she fell silent."If, what?" I asked as I felt her nipple stiffen again.There was another silence."Would you be there?" I hadn't thought that far ahead." I lied. "Would you want me there or would you want to do it in private?" It was kinda cool...you. I said its ready but she just looked at me with a smile and said you first, I looked at myself and thought yeah I need to have a bath but it would be weird to have a bath with her, I finally thought what the hell no ones here, so I hopped in first, then she quickly followed. We sat at opposite ends for a bit but then she started moving around to me then back to her spot continuously about 5 times before she stopped, she looked at me and smiled and moved closer she wrapped her arms around me. In my case it might be closer than anyone else."He could see her shiver and added, "Are you okay?" I'm, fine." Though she smiled at him he felt that there was more to it, but didn't press her as he knew how it felt, all too well of late. He was quiet for a moment thinking about what to say next, something that would lighten the mood, something that would bring a smile to her face and take them away from this, dark conversation, but he felt that it wasn't the right time, that Jane was conflicted. Do you understand?” “Sorry, Miss.” “That’s okay,” she told him. “Just as long as you have put away any ideas at all of getting into my knickers. I already have a man, who gets into them regularly.” Bill turned away like a chided schoolboy. Sal slipped a tape into the audio machine and put on the headphones. It was business as usual for her. Bill looked at the papers. His eyes caught the title of the chapter on the top page, ‘Pulling the Train’. It had been Sal’s idea to give a descriptive.