I went to say something, and she shouted "shut up." She then got up and left the house in her car, she was gone for about 3 hours. During this time I ...as shitting my pants. I didn't want to loose my wife, I loved my wife.When my wife returned, she had a large bag of things. She walked right up to my face about an inch from it and sternly said for me to go to the bedroom and strip naked. I went to say something and she cut me off and shouted"What the fuck did I just say?"So I did as she said.She. "After all, we ARE a good Catholic family." He thought that was funny as he started serving himself and then passing the platter. I could tell that I was not to be treated as a guest as soon as I stepped through the door; I was home.The conversation around the table ran the gauntlet of woodsman tactics to underway replenishment, taking down a crack house to dropping a gall bladder. Rhonda, it appears, is a thoracic surgeon. I felt a little intimidated. This table had one hell of a brain trust. " That's just what Donna intended. The workshop, and the incredible instructor, had left her on an emotional high that was a combination of love, happiness, and eroticism. This blowjob was her way of expressing all those feelings. She loved going down on Clay and took pride in her skill. Learning how to deep throat had been her first anniversary present to him. She never regretted the time it took to master the technique. Now she used that new talent to take his plump cockhead into her. During the day it was a popular picnic area, with tables and benches scattered amongst the deep bushes and trees. The parking area formed a large oval with a public toilet in the middle. Families would take picnics there, enjoying ball games or feeding the ducks in the nearby lake. During the evening, though, it took on a more sinister role. The toilets became a favourite pick up place for gays, and the car park became a rendezvous for perverts, peeping toms, and wife swappers. I'd heard about.