She would bounce forward as he thrust his meat into her, and would moan while bobbing her head up and down on me. she looked like a machine, a fuck ma...hine, built just for this purpose of spit-roasting. every so often he would thrust real hard into her, and she would let out a muffled yelp with my cock in her mouth. the first scooted over next to her and began playing with her clit as the second fondled her tits and kissed the nape of her neck. i just sat back, enjoying the show and the. Then as recollection came to her she blushed, deeply ashamed. The people she had dined with last night had become the faces in her dream. They would be disgusted with her if they knew how they had featured in her imagination. As she became more fully awake she reviewed the events of last night. The after dinner conversation had intrigued and amused her. She did go up to the bathroom for exactly the reasons that Julie suggested, and she could now see herself clearly coming down and re-entering. .you know... strolling down the sapphic side if you know what I mean. I'm not judging or anything, but I'm still pretty shocked to say the least." Oh god..." she gasped to herself. "I...I'm so sorry you had to see that. I...I don't know what to say..." Weren't you saying something about the importance of honesty and being open to make a family work?" This is different..." How so?"She sighed, "It's a long story. And I'd hate to bore you with it." First of all, there's no way that a story of why. I think we’re just drifting apart.”“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. If there’s anything that I or the rest of us can do, let us know.”“Is it that obvious? Is it affecting what we’re doing?” she asked.“It’s obvious, but it’s not a problem. We just want you to be happy.”“I wish I could separate myself like that. You seem to be able to do it. How do you keep your business and personal lives separate?”I scratched my head at that. “Years of practice, I guess,” I answered. “I’ve always been able.