It's all right. I love you. We don't have to have sex. That's not why I love you. I love you for you." Yes... that's true... but sex was an important ...art of our married life before... and suddenly it was taken away from us. I know it's my fault, and I know that it's killing you. Not having an outlet..." I can garden... or maybe we can get a dog."When she said 'dog' our talk went quiet. I was reminded of Dog... what Riley was thinking I didn't know... but I would have bet that she was thinking. I will miss this I thought as I looked down into her flushed face; oh yes, I will most definitely miss this.The next morning Mary woke me with a blow job and then we had a slow, leisurely fuck - not making love, wouldn't be anymore of that in this house - and then we got up, had breakfast and started the clean-up. As I moved through the day I racked my brain for memories of anything that might have alerted me to the fact that Mary was stabbing me in the back, but I came up with nothing. Four. A small patch of light brown hair hiding a crack below it that had a glistening shine to it. We both sat there silently for a couple minutes looking at each other. Now admittedly i had no idea what might come next. I wasn't really thinking until she leaned forward and grabbed my arms to pull me toward her. “Come here and lay on top of me” she said.It was at that instant the math added up in my head. Holly shit I'm about to have what every boy my age only dreams of having. Sex for the first. She grins and looks over at Melissa and Sonya. We return."Okay, you two sit on the sofa, facing each other, and try not to move. Above all, try to avoid opening your robes to each other." They smile and await their fate.I have told Lydia that we will try to project our impulses like it is happening between them, not from us to them. I will project from Melissa to Sonya, while Lydia is projecting from Sonya to Melissa. We are to block returns so we can retain control. I have no idea if this will.