Then after I come once I want to turn them out so we’ll both be in the dark and we’ll just rely on our sense of touch and we’ll be equal. Is tha... OK with you?”“Of course, Mikey,” she giggled. “I’m always in the dark.”I remembered what Dad and Aiden, both of them, had told me. Be gentle. Be slow. Make it good for her. It will be good for you. I wasn’t a dummy about how to do it. I’d done my research. I’d thought about it and what I’d already done with her and how to make sure she enjoyed what we. We have an "open" marriage. I knew my husband wasn't bothered by Dave's familiarity with me either. He figured that if I objected to his advances I would be sure to let him know. I was a big girl, and could take care of myself.After playing the piano and singing for a while, Dave and I went back to the bar, I, sitting between our new friends, and my husband on the end of our little group.We had a few laughs and had pretty well loosened up when the bartender informed us that he would have to be. When I saw her she closed her eyes. She asked - Are you not feeling sleepy? I said - No, as such I sleep late. By one or two in the night. Its only 11 now. She said - OK. I am also not sleepy. Cause I had a nap in the afternoon. I said - In that way if you want we can talk but without disturbing others. She said OK.Our conversation starts and it included family details, studies, hobby, interests, friends, movies bla bla bla. After about half an hour of this conversation she asked - Do you have. When I finished in the counter, I went back in. I could not see her, so I thought that she might've been in the toilet, so I went in. Suddenly, the door closed behind me, and I got pushed to the flour bags. I turned around to try to get back up, but I got pushed down. She sat on me holding my hands up, smiling. "You think it was funny to dunk the muffin between my breasts huh?" she asked. I smiled. "I think you deserve to be punished" she said. I started laughing thinking she was just joking..