Her chair and the business part of her would be right at eye level, or maybe just a little above. Perfect for what she had planned. Prior to leaving t...e hotel she had a glass of wine to bolster her courage. She got another glass upon being seated. We had a waitress this time, but Wendy thought what the hell and let her see her breasts, as if she were a guy. Not sure what the waitress thought, but she did look. The busboy was male, and he enjoyed the view.Although she is an exhibitionist, she is. I was utterly exhausted by the time we reached the trees. I had never been athletic as a youth, and my physical stamina hasn’t improved with age. Alice, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to do a twenty-mile hike. I grimaced; nobody should be so fucking perky after slogging through waist-deep snow.After about twenty minutes of work, we had cut or collected enough pine branches, garlands, and barrows to decorate the Sistine Chapel. We knitted the load together using paracord and. I began using it by rubbing it right above her pussy, the spot right between her bellybutton and where the crop of her pussy hairs began. Rising up on my right elbow I began french kissing her rubbing her up and down with the entire shaft of the dildo. Lying back beside her I slowly entered the dildo into her as she let out a surprising and satisfying moan and as pushed it into her deeper she sucked her breath and began to match each of my strokes with more moans. As I my strokes became faster. Jesus! You would have thought we were kidnapping underage girls and putting them into prostitution! It was an adult woman who had no problem with it. I don't see what the problem is." All I could think was ‘Thanks, honey' for the support. I was glad she came out and said that. I also glanced at Suzanne and could see that she was remaining calm about this discussion of what she had done. I walked over to the counter. "Well, let's have some alcohol then!" I poured out 7 shots of Tequila. "Drink.