”“I do remember, I was still sober then,” Fleur replied.“You weren’t really drunk, you just drank a little too much, trying to cool down. Yo...r trouble is you’re not use to it.” I told her.“Did I fuck the waiter?” Fleur asked.“Did you want to?……… No Fleur, only Oliver, and me.”I pulled the car onto the driveway. The garden was immaculate. The windows gleamed. We walked around the back. The fence was freshly treated. The shrubs trimmed. Everywhere tidy. Jack was there, smiling, expecting his. But since Terry and Sally were waiting for us in the living room, I put some comfortable shorts and a polo shirt on. Now, while my wife sorted through her clothes, I bent down and kissed her scrumptious ass on each cheek, told her that I love her, and then I headed downstairs. “Love you too Hon’,” my wife said as I walked out of our bedroom. *** It was about ten-minutes after I came downstairs when Vicki rejoined us. She was wearing her coral top with a pair of tight white shorts. And let me. Although she never volunteered her measurements, he knew her to be about 32C-20-33 or 32C-18-32, depending on the time of year.He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and took them down. She turned and bent over showing him what he had felt a minute before. There was a butt plug with a T stop in her tiny asshole. It looked to be about an inch around at her hole."You are such a naughty exciting woman. Is that bothering you at all?" he asked."It's pretty sexy, but the T is beginning to. "It shouldn't," I said blushing too. "But you're right it does." It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity." So you er ... find me ... um ... attractive John?" she asked,.