I knew what she was doing and I didn't want her to stop. Suddenly I felt something was pushing inside me. Wow, this was intense! I had fingered my own...ass a teenager, but that was years and years ago."Ahhh, ahhh!" I moaned, realizing my voice sounded like I was in a bit of pain. "It's ok," she said, "just let me do it. Relax and let me do it." she reassured in a calm, soothing voice. Her finger was moving in and out now. I was getting more used to it and it was feeling better and better. I was. They would be wrong because we have a secret. It's a secret that is shared with certain others. Confused? I'll explain.It started one day, some time ago now, when I came home from work and as we ate and talked Liz told me about her day.I went up the road for a coffee today the man who Sarah used to clean house for.Oh? said IHe doesn't have a wife, she replied, He's been divorced a while.Right, I said wondering about this, So was it just you and he?Well yes! answered my wife looking. They looked up to be greeted by a cheerful smile from the young barman at Harry’s Bar. “You found it ok?”“Yes. Thanks for the excellent recommendation,” replied Geoff. “We’ve both had a wonderful supper. Do please have a seat?”“Thank you, senor. I am gratified.” A glass of brandy was produced for the barman.“Salut,” said all three.“So how come you know this place?” Gina asked their visitor.“I use a club just around the corner, senora. It is members only. Mostly Venetians.”“A drinking club?". " Her facebrightened at that and I took it out of the fridge and startedslicing it up. Most of it went into the omelot, but she ate some ofit cold while waiting for it to cook. I also added lots of cutupveggies that I used for salads all the time. This time she ateslower and enjoyed the food instead of inhaling it like the lasttime. After cleaning up we went and sat on the couch for a while talkingabout our past before we met and yet it was like we both knew eachothers lives already, more.