For me it was a truly erotic sight to see her delicate long fingers wrapped around his long hard shaft. Brian’s hand moved down to Ana’s pussy and...she moaned again... After only a few seconds, I knew my wife was dying for it; she looked a bit desperate for his cock; she wanted to be properly fucked.Ana spread her long legs and lay on her back onto the bed. She rubbed her clit as I moved closer and again shoved my fingers up her cunt. Brian had put on a condom and now he was ready to fuck my. ." I swear I knocked, I really did!" he blurted out."Honestly, Rylee, of course you did. I... I'm... so sorry." You aren't going to complain or anything are you? I should have really knocked again," he seemed remorseful.He stared at her manicured toes, painted the naturally achievable color of his Irish face, partially hidden by his grimy baseball cap."Of course not. It's no one's fault... look, let's just forget it happened ok?"She smiled at him genuinely and he allowed his gaze to drift up. We always use paper plates for cook outs. But "Ifyou've got it, use it," Herb said the first time I commented ontheir odd custom. "That's what I say and that's what I do!" AndI had to admit, it was nice dining in elegant formality on thegrass under the trees while the sun was setting slowly behind us,and the birds were twittering in the early gloom up top. It wasnice to enjoy nature and civilized sophistication both at once. I saw that Herb was already in his barbecue action station, a. The last thing we needed was for him to either drop something, or pretend to hurt his back and try to sue us.After we got all the supplies unloaded, I made Nancy and Helen take a break. Of course they tried to protest, but I was insistent. Tiffany had previously worked a register during the job she held last summer, so it would not be a problem for her to ring stuff up. When they questioned me about our live product demonstration that was scheduled to start in ten minutes, I assured them that.