I didn't even let my wife's shitty attitude ruin it. Her bitchiness, her nasty comments, and her saying things about getting in trouble, doing things ...e shouldn't do, or acting in ways that adults shouldn't act. I didn't even get surprised when she walked off the porch, got her towel, and pissed off, closed the door to the outside deck and went into the cabin.I just laughed, Katie laughed, and Mandy just said, "It figures." And we stretched out in the hot tub to enjoy the rest of our evening.I. I cheat and reach back and around to stick one moistened finger into her puckered little hole. That's all that it takes. Her game is over, she drops down on me and I fill her to the hilt. She comes wildly and I'm once again grateful that we live far out of town, lest the neighbors think the worst. She lies on top of me for a minute to regain her composure and slowly begins to grind. Now I know it's ok to help set the tempo and I begin to meet her with my own upward thrusts. We set a rhythm. ‘Er–‘ I hadn’t given it a thought. ‘He said–I mean–they said–‘ Damn it–there’d been no need to correct myself ‘–they ought to stay in seven to ten days.’ I frowned, trying to work out how long it had been. ‘What day is it today?’ ‘Monday. And you said my brain’s pickled,’ Sarah replied with a smirk, still examining my arm. ‘It’s healing really well, isn’t it? I s’pose you’ll always be able to see the scar though.’ She grinned. ‘P’raps you could make it into a tattoo. Have you noticed it looks. " Hands on the sofa," I growled, and she obeyed, bending over so that her hands are pressing against the soft smooth material on the back. With violent urgency, I reached around, undoing her skirt and yanking it down. Trying to keep up with me, she quickly stepped out of her skirt so that she is only standing in her heels, thong and blouse. I pushed her blouse up over her breasts where it remained, and then yanked her bra down, freeing both of her breasts. Her breasts bounced from their.