.. Fuck it. I'm gonna confess too! I really fancy you!Always have but never thought you would ever fancy someone like me!You never caught me looking a... you when we come to yours? Always worried ***** (his wife) might catch me looking at you in that way! LolHim:Really? You fancy me?never would hve thght. Never noticed you look at me like that. Beleive it or noti oftn think of u while fucking *****.is that bad?Wife:Really? Wow!No it's not bad cos I've often thought about you while with Thee and. Hai qualche cosa? Come faccio?'., 'Tranquilla!'-gli rispondo-'dopo cena prendo il mio rasoio elettrico.'Finita la cena gli faccio un cenno di seguirmi in camera da letto 'Vieni che tagliamo un po' la foresta!' gli dissi ridendo, 'Vengo zia'.Misi un asciugamano sul letto, la feci sdraiare, 'Togli le mutandine'-dissi-'Ma zia, se mi dici come fare, provo da sola', “No!'-rispondo-'finisce che ti fai male'.Si allungò sul letto, tolse le mutandine. Indossava ancora la minigonna che aveva provato. They moved together in the same age old rhythm of men and women through the millennia, reveling in the sensuousness and pleasure of their bodies united. Neither one remembered to keep their noise down, and neither heard the slight click as the door unlatched and swung slightly open. Lost in their lust and need of each other, neither noticed their father standing staring with wide disbelieving eyes at his son and daughter fucking uninhibitedly on the rumpled bed. Neither saw the shock on his. That made my head spin – the story itself and the fact that he could share it. We break for a smoke and we’re looking out on the highway, amazed at where we’re at, amazed that we’re there together. Happy to be there together. Happy that we’re nowhere else. The crazy city that we live in is buzzing right before our eyes – so at odds with what we both believe in yet so intoxicating to us both. We’re both ‘pretty happy’ by the time we leave and we think about going to another bar but we don’t.