Just play your music and you'll be making music together."We all left to head down to Pops. This time when we walked in, the bar was very busy. Pops w...s sitting at his piano with a cigar in his mouth, his hat pushed back on his head, staring at a handwritten chart in front of him while tinkling on the keys.Pops' lady, Nancy, saw us first and hollered, "Little Lisa, you did come after all. Pops, your Lisa is here."Pops swiveled around on his stool and stood to hug Lisa. The love shown was very. I could see from the look on Marcy's face that she was cogitating as fast as she could. "I'm naked." You're nude," I corrected. " Naked means defenceless, nude just means you're not wearing clothes. Get in the truck."Reluctantly she started walking toward the truck. "Where are we going?" she asked as she arrived at where we were standing."Into town to pick up the days groceries for the restaurant."Marcy stopped dead. "WHAT?!" The restaurant. It's a place where people pay other people to cook-". We both cummed and then collapsed.The next couple of weeks nothing was said about what was discussed or screamed out during our little sex party we had together. I had come home from work and my wife had dinner made and served ready to sit down and eat. After dinner my wife asked that we go sit in the living room and have a few drinks. She went and got use a couple of beers and we sat down and listen to some good blues music by Stevie Ray Vaughan. After about four beers and three CDs my wife. She was wearing white sneakers, stained with green from the lawn clippings, tight black shorts that fit her lithe frame like paint, and a bikini top that barely covered her small and shapely breasts. She was tan, young, and beautiful and she tasted like honeydew vine-water. I honked and waved, she responded with a big wave and a smile that each of my sons was certain was meant for him. In church we sat with Tom and Janet and our boys sat in the pew in front of us. The sermon was about facing.