" Hey, i told Tim to have you treat me like one of the guys" Amber(the girl that i meet at the bar) replied, "so if you want to talk bout sex it sure...as hell wont bother me, i think that you are just to much of a pussy to talk bout your shitty sex life in front of a female!" Dude, i think she just burned you!" Stephen said.So after arguing bout etiquette for another twenty minutes i ended up saying " Hey guys, this is suppose to be fun, so if you want to talk bout sex just start saying what. Her husband was a workaholic and she loved him, but she had her needs too.I gently patted her back and stroked her hair in fake pity while never gazing away from her nipples till she asked me whether I thought she was pretty. That's it. Now I knew this was definitely going somewhere. So I replied yes, chugged the rest of the wine, took her glass and put it on the table and held her face in my hands, forcing her in for a kiss. She caved. Her lips and tongue felt like heaven the way I'd never. It had been a normal sunny morning, and Fauna was tending to her bountiful garden. Flowers, fruits, vegetables and various other plants surrounded her, and the garden was bursting with colour and variety. Fauna was around 5 foot 6, with long dark green hair that flowed down her back, stopping just above her bottom. She was wrapped in a thin white cloth, which was the normal clothing for goddesses. She wandered over to an apple tree, plucked a shiny green apple from the branches and rubbed it. Each thrust pushed her into the bed further. As he grunted with his effort, she moaned under it. Yet knowing my wife, I could also read the signs of another orgasm building. Surest of which was her snaking her hand to her clit. This was always a sure sign of her being on the edge of exploding.It came quickly too! As I watched, she reared her head up and cried out, and although the camera angle sucked, I saw her spray the bed with her juices. She rarely squirts, but this guy must have found.