I couldn’t imagine my wife out with another man and I wanted to cry. I fixed the two woman and their dates some drinks and went back to serving the ...nacks. Of course when I bent over to serve them my skirt was so short that my pettipanties would show and the men would pinch me on the rear. They were all having conversations between themselves and pointing at me. About half hour later there was a knock on the door and I went to answer it. There were two very handsome men standing there and I. He shut his bike off and leaned it onto the kickstand. like some company? I havent seen you in a while, what have you been up to lately. His eyes wandered back to my nipples again. I sat up, with my feet on each side of the bike, causing my tits to jiggle under my top , still sitting backwards on the seat and laughed sure lets hang out, Ive got no where to go. Spinning around in the seat, I started the bike and pulled it up the gravel lane into the cemetary. This is better than just sitting. You no longer need them.” She added with a chuckle. “Remove that butt plug and get on the bed on all fours. I want to put something else in there.”I was a bit apprehensive yet the tone in her voice was very clear. I removed the butt plug and climbed up onto the bed and positioned myself on all fours, facing away from her. I heard only the sounds of clothing being removed and a rustling sound as she must have been getting something out of her large hand-bag. “The whore wife of yours is really. " "That sounds more like don't than can't to me." "Maybe, but even when I do get a chance of some dialogue I usually find a way around it. Do a monologue or have a character narrate it back as a summary." "So what are we doing here then? Because all I'm seeing is dialogue so far." "We're going to enact a scene comprised entirely of dialogue." "A sex scene?" "Of course. This is Lushland after all." "I can see you've ticked the 'Historical' category and subheaded it 'George Eliot'. So do I take.