So I gathered the plates and headed for the kitchen, while Peter took my wife in his arms and danced slowly and sensuously with her around the lounge....In the kitchen I found the dishwasher and loaded it with the few plates and cutlery from our first course. On my return to the dining room I looked at the pair in the lounge. Their embrace was close. Peter’s tool was between Lisa’s thighs against her shaved sex as they danced. The knob poked out beneath her buttocks. I sat, sipped wine, and. Linda held both arms and drew him down to deliver her grateful kiss. It was a long delicious kiss, without any need for heightened desire. When they finally drew apart Yanis sat up and begun flicking sea water between her parted thighs before rubbing gently.God, after all they’d done, that touch still rippled through her insides and quickened her blood flow. Sitting up alongside him she found that for Yanis, a flaccid cock was still gently impressive, and she had a quick wayward thought about. It’s on my property but ain’t never found a use for it because it’s like a wind tunnel. Your pa put a couple of wind turbines up there. You wouldn’t even notice them unless you knew where to look. We’ll have electricity all the time without using our generator even in the middle of winter. Got so much of the damn stuff we hardly know what to do with it all. Trouble is, the missus got herself all these fancy notions. Got herself a freezer, a washing machine and a dishwasher now.”As if conjured. Zip…. “Let’s begin”, she says as she drops to her knees popping both her monster tits out to bear on, or under the situation she had in her hand.” “Remember, you must describe to me, the whole time , each nuance of pleasure as I stroke up your first nut of the day”, she says and I don’t have the will to tell her it’s my fourth. “Hey”, “When the fuckers get full they hurt, Feels like carrying two 10 pound bowling balls in a change purse between your legs. Similar to her not wearing a sports.