I chuckled and asked, “What about the element of time? How much time will you spend with this person? Would you go away and leave me for a weekend o... week with him or her? What about a date night or overnight?”Ginger thought about those as we ate. She said, “If we’re getting to where we’re making decisions to spend more time with someone else than each other, I think that’s very dangerous. I think the underlying motivation is more important. We spend a lot of time apart as it is, what with our. And inevitably we talked about the latest big knot that had stretched things to breaking point – Jill’s resurrected relationship with the man she’d loved way back in her college days before she’d even known I’d existed.Eventually, our conversation got to a point where talking in abstract terms about all the different moving parts of our life was all talked out – nothing new to be gained by discussing further. So, I repeated my earlier blunt and direct question to Jill, how important was our. I’m so hard for you baby.”“Jack, we'll be late for our dinner reservations.”“I want you baby.”Jack pushed his wife up against the car. He pulled up her skirt and yanked her panties right off. He fingered her until her pussy was nice and wet. He pulled down his pants and pushed his cock right up inside of her and thrusted in and out of her pussy quite hard.He held onto her shoulders and whispered naughty things into her ears.“You’re such a slut. Look at my dirty wife getting fucked up. Anabelle got herself naked as well, ready for anything.Elizabeth moved his hand away and started a blow job on this amazed teenager, and in his heightened state, blew a quick wad into her mouth.“I’m sorry about that, Miss ... Eliz ... Liz?”“Call me Lizzie, I don’t mind. I was just getting that out of the way, Mr. Holland.”Recovering quickly, she climbed on the bed, took hold of him, and caught his tip between her pussy lips.“Auuuuuggggghhhh, it’s so tight,” was his response, before she dropped.