"No, sweetheart, I just think it is erotic to do dishes with someone you adore! I wish I could get you to do this every night. George is really a sens...al dryer, and he hasn't broken a plate or bruised my bottom with his pinching either."George and I sat in the living room and I poured brandy for all while Jody finished up."George, I'm sleepy, will you read to me if I curl up in your lap?" Jody asked, a little girl note in her voice."OK with me if your husband gives his permission," he said. ”“Try what?”“Try to explain,” she replied, looking back at me.She was still going incredibly slow up and down my throbbing fuck-spike. “Um, okay, well, you’re wetter, I guess that would be a good way to put it,” I told her.“You can do better than that. Tell me why my pussy is better than hers,” she said.I looked up at her for a moment before it hit me. She wanted me to talk dirty to her. “Your pussy is wetter, baby,” I told her.As soon as “your pussy” escaped my lips, she put her face back on. Edy mostly stayed out of the way, occasionally going in to snack or see how the card game was going, but preferring the back porch and a book. Jorge stayed with the group, acting as though he was living the good life in his own home, but one of his more constant workmates (Alex) left the noise and music a couple of times, joining Edy one moment to ask what she was reading, and a little later staying with her for a half hour and talking about life in general. She knew him in passing and was. I always tried to get a seat toward the back and in the very back row, there was one guy sitting by himself. I looked at him for a few minutes and could see that he was a middle-aged white guy of average build who was fairly neat in his appearance. He was also slowly massaging his cock through his pants. I sat down one seat away from him, slouched down in the seat and started watching the movie, while also keeping an eye on the guy next to me. After a short time, I also started rubbing my cock.