Politeness stopped me from asking the strangers about it though. Instead, I slid out of Zeke's saddle and introduced myself."Howdy folks, my name is J...remiah Brock but you can call me Jeb. What can I do to help you?"I was surprised when one of the women stepped forward and stuck out her hand. I was even more surprised that she was danged near as tall as I. She flashed me a dazzling smile, her teeth as white as newly fallen snow and as straight as the pickets on a fence. I took her proffered. You take care of the kids and your home. You have dinner waiting for your husband and you please him in the bedroom. I liked doing all of those things. My sex life wasn’t the greatest thing. My husband and I had sex every day, except, he’s only interested in himself. We have a very vanilla sex life. I've always wanted to experiment with sex, however, my husband doesn’t know how to please a woman. I have faked all my orgasms over the years. I was tired of him just giving me a few kisses,. Doubts about their marriage crept into her mind.At that moment he returned to the living room with two large glasses of ice. Filling the glasses two-thirds full of Scotch. As he poured, he started talking about what happened at work.Rick rattled on about how much he hated his boss and several of his clients. Jenna’s lack of responsiveness to his comments about work and they way she sat stiffly on the other side of the couch told Rick that she knew he had been drinking. He didn’t want to risk. It was an old, open top sports car and was being driven by no other than her geography tutor. “Hi Emma, can I give you a lift?” “Oh hi Sir, thanks but I only live down there.” “Oh, OK that’s all right then.” “I didn’t say I wouldn’t like a ride in your car though!” Added Emma. “Oh well that’s easy to arrange. Jump in,” said the tutor. Emma opened the passenger door, sat in the bucket seat and belted up. The leather upholstery felt good against her bare thighs. There was something about the.