It's so flipping predictable!" But that's why we watch it," argued Neil. "It's to see how other people do it. Otherwise, we wouldn't know." But, I mea..., does everyone pee on each other in real life?" Edward wondered. "I mean, when you're married, do you still pee on the other person? Or do you, you know, do the other things you're so supposed to do? You know, with stiffies and rubbing the privates together." We'll soon be finding out what it's like for married people ourselves," remarked Sylvia. My wife looked at Robert. Robert looked at my wife.Robert cleared a frog from his throat and said, "You don't think you could ... work up to it?"My wife took the plug from me. She hefted it and looked at Robert. She looked like she was thinking, deciding on what she was gonna say. She set the plug down on the table in front of her, picked up her coffee and leaned back in her chair. She took a long, slow, contemplative sip and after a moment said, "Given time, a lotta practice, some strong dope. She helps me dismount from my horse as I am so exhausted, as I slide out of the saddle and down to the floor, I feel one of her cool hands on my buttocks as she helps me down it feels delicious against my inflamed skin.She passes me a towel to cover myself and leaves my standing in the yard whilst she puts the horse away. Then she leads me into the wash bay telling me I need to clean up, she helps me remove my boots, socks and breeches and motions me to sit in a plastic patio chair in the. “Uh ... privacy?” she whispered.“The divider?” I responded, also whispering.Sammy nodded. I was going to have to make her learn to express herself verbally. I put my finger to her pussy, and found her clit. I started to rub and then took my finger away, crossing my hands in front of me and opening them, indicating that her nod was going to cost her any orgasms tonight.“Yes, Mistress.” She did not look happy.“I am not your Mistress. You may call me bedroom names if you wish.”“Yes ... Sumo.”I.