" I think I know just the wine," he said. "Only four-ninety-nine a gallon, and that includes the wide-mouth screwtop for easy pouring." They laughed t...gether easily."I'll start after we run, and everything will be chill, except for the corn, by then. I'll start the water for that when they get here." I'll get the food and wine after work. First, honey, we should talk about what we don't want to talk about and what we do."Lenore felt a thrill to hear the endearment. I hope that thrill never goes. Pathetically, I saw her sneaking peeks at the adult novelty store as she drove by, trying to screw up enough courage to go inside and buy a vibrator. To buy at least something phallic and tangible that would pleasure her deep, even if her husband wouldn’t. Worst of all, I sensed that she had all but forgotten what it felt like to have someone hard, warm, and willing thrusting into her with desire. Inexplicitly, I did something I would never have fathomed doing in a million years. I reached up. Then I had her stick the toy to her chair as close to her aching pussy as possible without touching it. She said it was close enough she could feel the vibrations emanating from it through her bare naked ass on the seat. She now held the slightly thicker 8" dong in her hands, I had her turn it on and rub it over her perky tits and hard nipples. She moaned at the feel, the vibrating toy against her sensitive nipples along with the vibrations she was feeling from the other toy stuck on the seat. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the crowd of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her tits, slapping her ass, fucking fingers into her reamed-out cunt and asshole.Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her luscious body on display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy thighs. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned body, as though.