"You know I do," she replied as she put her phone down. "But I would've gone home and fucked my husband to the fantasy of you and this.”“Really?" ...hat you and I did, what we're doing now, that's foreplay to me." "What would be your fantasy?" "Do you really want to know?”He knew he should say no but she was taking her leather jacket off and taking her hair down, the ends brushing right where her nipples were. Writing was what she was good at, and he figured she could whip up a fantasy that would. Much like the Pig, benches fill the room matched with tables. The tables are not as rough as those at the Pig. The bar is on the right wall rather than the opposite side as it would be at the Pig. While it is not as long as the Pig’s bar, the collection of bottles speaks to a more discerning clientele. A selection of wines joins the ubiquitous ale and cider.“Ah, Susan. Didn’t know ya’d be around.” The speaker is a woman a couple years older than Susan standing behind the bar. From the family. His cum stuck to Tommy-wolf fur making it clump together in sticky masses. But Tommy-wolf had a little more left in him and continued to hump the barely conscious redhead, making a dirty squelching sound as he went at it. Tommy-wolf was on the verge of cumming when he felt Dante squirm under him and thrust upwards one final time, and K.O Tommy –wolf let out a howl as about two gallons worth of cum shot from hid piss slit, he basically drowned Dante in it. Tommy-wolf then collapsed alongside. Phillip shook Andy’s hand and welcomed him aboard, too, then suggested that he show them to their cabin, where they could change into bathing suits and join the party. Andy and Jenny agreed, and followed him below the main deck.As they made their way down the stairs, Andy turned to Phillip and said, “I looked around but didn’t see your wife with the others upstairs…did I just miss her?”Phillip shook his head and said, “No, unfortunately she couldn’t make it this weekend. She came down with.