I do,” I said, feeling my johnson stiffen. “You’ve never read it?” Her voice softened, a hint of—lust? “I read it a long time ago. I was j...st in the mood for it tonight.” A long silence. “In the mood? For?” A long silence. “It reminds me, well, of a certain way I . . . like . . .to feel.” Her thoughts: There! I’ve said it. Damn! “Do you get to feel that way often?” “It’s been a while,” she said. “My husband doesn’t really understand that kind of thing.” She lowered her eyes. Thoughts: So it’s. They were quite presentable in the looks department and didn't look like they were going to murder us in our beds, though the looks they were giving the still topless Anne made me wonder what they would do to her given the chance, anyway we offered them a trip up the Murray with us to Renmark if they wanted it. We didn't have to ask twice and fifteen minutes later they were showered changed and settled into two of the spare cabins and offering to help in anyway they could. We had done house. "What?" he said, seemingly confused. "No!" he exclaimed as he realized what I had said."No, you haven't had sex with a dead person, or no, you haven't had sex with a cat?" Yes!" he exclaimed yet again."Ahh," I said, and leaned my head to the right. "So you did have sex, but with a dead person." Enough!" he yelled. "I haven't had sex with anyone, I'm a 28-year old virgin! Happy?!" Eeh... to be honest, not as much I thought I'd be," I said, shaking my head."Can we continue, now, with the murder?". The idea just popped into my head and I went with it. You aren’t angry are you?” “No not at all, I’m a bit surprised but not angry.” “Good. Let’s get into bed and you can finish me off.” “I’m not going to finish you off. Tonight Mike is going to finish you off.” I held up the big black dildo grinning. “Well if Mike is going to finish me off I guess I better finish what I started earlier.” We just about ran to the bed room and seconds later we were both naked. Ella straddled me in a 69 position.