Her silver skirt was about a foot behind my head. Jane and Ruth pulled the front of the sleigh back over our legs. ‘I control the lights and music f...om back here,’ Helen announced. The lights went out just leaving the rear lights and illuminated number plate at the back. ‘Ruth, Jane? Recline the seats,’ Helen ordered. Our three seats tipped back like airline seats. My hooded head was against Helen’s skirt. ‘Paul? While the seats are reclined and the lights areoff no one can see us except as. The guys took it easy on her in the begining, they even tried to teach her the rules but it didn't seem to help. They played for awhile and things were pretty even, then Henderson asked if anyone would like another beer and sent Mom to the kitchen and get beers for everyone. As she was getting up to get them, when one of Henderson's buddies commented that the game was getting boring. Henderson agreed and suggested they play for clothes... Mom laughed and said, "I don't think so." The guys in. It is great to get lost in the fantasy of some strong dominant and powerful man fucking a woman like Hercules or Superman. The notion that a bull shows up and controls the small pack is stimulating to most men. I hate to burst anyone’s bubble, but if you are engaged in a threesome with you, your wife and another man, then he is not the bull; she is. And, she put this thing in motion and not you. The man fucking your wife is under her spell just as much as you are and at some point, he will suck. " Her father? Her dead mother? You know she can't do that. Did you withyour mother or father? I sure as heck didn't."What is she talking about? We discussed it, I bought the equipment forGod's sake."WE did talk about it, Patricia. At length." Yeah, we did about this time but I didn't, not my first time. Sure, mydad gave me the birds and the bees talk, but I didn't consult him beforemy first ... date with a girl."Of course. It's so easy to forget, to get wrapped up in our falseidentities."You're.