It never happened, so we never did and the next time we met was at my wedding and he was my husband to be, "Best Man".We met alone at the bar over a d...ink, six years since our closest call, "It might have been us", he said in a hushed voice, and even then my pussy twinged with a longing for his long dick as we sat quietly facing each other."You are the best man", I said, reminding him of his duties, and with a wicked smile on my lips, I laid down the law, "I will expect you to carry out those. She took his hand to show her approval and stood proudly beside her fully exposed husband, while John led the way back to the village. Sistera had run ahead to tell her co-wives.They marched down the slight slope to the village’s huts, and no-one made any comment on Harro’s nakedness, if they actually recognised him at all. In fact, the grins on a couple of women’s faces indicated admiration for his exposed body.They arrived back where his trading pack was laid, and Harro rummaged around,. Gotta let the girls have a little freedom!" I said.My hand moved back down between her legs and now with no panties or skirt to get in the way, I began fingering her drooling pussy, making squishy noises and getting the leather seat wet with her slickness."Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned as her hips began to respond to my touch, grinding slowly and humping up at my hand. She began playing with her hard nipples tweaking and tugging on them.I could hear her breathing change and I felt her passion. “Rule one – it will always take place here in this house. Rule two – it will only take place when I am here. Rule three – you will always be careful and I have already put Nicola on the pill so that will help. Rule four – you will always be respectful to each other, and to me. Do you agree to my rules?”I looked at Nicola and then at her mum, then said, “Yes, Mrs. Windwood.” Nicola nodded her head in agreement.“One more thing, my name is Stella, and that is what you can call me.”“Yes, Stella,” I.