"I'm confused Ms Jenny. What would you want to talk with me about?" Sandra asked."I want to talk with you about how good a fuck my husband is." Jenny ...aid as her voice trembled and Sandra wondered if it was anger or sadness that caused the tremble."I am not sure what...." Sandra started to say but Jenny held up her hand."Please Sandra, there is no need to pretend. I watched what you two did this morning. bro is a good fuck." She said with a crooked smile."Ms. Jenny....." Sandra wanted to say. The couple directly across from me and Master didn’t appear to be eating dinner any more, but they were still at their table, looking right at us. Some of the other people out on their patios appeared to be paying attention as well. I wondered if this would count as punishment received when me and Master had our talk tomorrow. I felt Zach tug my skirt and panties down around my ankles. Cold air touched my hole as he spread my cheeks. “Wow, look at that, it’s so smooth…” suddenly I felt the cold. His name is Nando, short for Fernando and he’s spent a few nights on the sofa at our house. He’s Hispanic, 28 years old, about 5' 10" tall, beefy, solid, muscular build at maybe 240 pounds with the most handsome masculine yet beautiful face. He keeps his hair buzzed and has a faint mustache and goatee. His deep-set, dark brown eyes could melt you with a look. When he laughs and smiles his face lights up warmly showing off a nice set of pearly whites. Nando wouldn’t be a GQ type, but for my. So I let the status quo stand, without making comment.New Year's Eve was great fun in the pub, and a little crowded. I got the feeling that everybody in the village was there. Even Mrs PC Plod put in an appearance for a while just before midnight. I noted several of the regulars placing themselves in positions, so that Bev and her couldn't see each other though. Quite comical, if you happened to know about the history between George and Beverley.I think it was one cold wet and windy night.