Once the meal was prepared, they all sat down and ate — a little more than they should have. Danica blushed as the three women complimented her cook...ng. They chatted as they cleared the dishes and washed them, and then went to sit and continue their chat over wine.Andrea reluctantly got up after an hour of relaxing with the wine, having duties that demanded her attention. Celes likewise rose at the same time, saying she had some things she needed to do as well.Once they left, Danica turned to. It was to go sit in the middle of the lake. I didn’t start out like that, of course. At first, I would just stand and stare, thinking about all my unanswered questions, then returning to my bed before I got to depressed. Then, as I slowly inched toward the pond, I slowly lost my girlish phobias about bugs and dirt, and just sat down, right in the middle. I felt at peace there. I could sort out my thoughts. I was never afraid of some gang coming to rape me, or someone reporting a strange girl. Covered only in one of my button-up shirts held together by her hand. "Everything's just fine, now." she said. "I'll be waiting for you to get home this afternoon, honey." as I walked out the door.Gary just kept his shit-eating grin on but didn't say a word about what had happened at the house, and I sure wasn't going to say anything. When I got home later that day I found my wife in the kitchen reading a woman's magazine with a contented look on her face. "What was that all about?", I. You throw your head back, but straighten it quickly like someone trying not to fall asleep. You steady yourself by strangling the pole with your right hand while reaching back with your left, fingers outstretched, flexing, straining. A slippery soft tube is d****d across your palm. You know what it is. Your immediate disgust and hesitance is replaced by eagerness and lust. Wrapping your fingers around it, you stroke slowly. You lather the copious oozes of precum from its head down the shaft.