“Darling we need to buy some BBQ meat, sauce, and plenty of beer”, said Sarah while parking in Pigly Wigly a local shop. Baby come with me to help...me bring back all of it in the car. You know how much I love the freedom at your granny's house. No people, no traffic, no bullshit, just us, the land, and the stars. I'll make my best recipe, you know that. I am the queen of BBQ, will eat and get drunk like there's no tomorrow.Her scratched leather boots made a distinct clicking sound while we were. Glenn's friend moved from the woman laying across the sectional and she motioned for me to come closer. I looked around the room thinking that this couldn't be; only to find more encouragement. I nervously knelled in front of this exotic woman with the glistening body, unsure how to proceed in this unfamiliar situation. Without warning she slid off the sectional and pulled me down in her place, the cold spot of champagne that had soaked into the cushions touching my back. She straddled my hips. John is a senior salesman at a gentlemen's outfitters. He prides himself on being able to tell whether a customer is a 42 Regular or a 42 Long the moment he walks through the door. Beryl and John have no children. At one time they had hoped to become parents but somehow it never happened and now they have accepted that it never will. For a while the freedom that entailed had a liberating effect on their sex life. If John grew horny while they were watching television Beryl might suck his. Seeing his jet black face buried in my milk white only made things hotter. That was about the time of my first vaginal orgasm. It's a rare thing for me. I'm pinned under him, literally stuffed full of a semi hard erection and I go into an uncontrollable orgasm. Joe was pure gentleman letting me come down. All he said was "Good." as he pulls my legs up. His hands are at the back sides of my knees as he swings my knees up till they are touching my shoulders. Joe is now in complete control,.