I don't understand why you don't date."Again Jack shuffled his feet, looking down at the ground for a while before answering."I've dated around some, ...ut most of the girls around here are pretty silly. Never found one I particularly liked," he said, staring right into her eyes.Except you, Jackie guessed he was saying, feeling her pulse quicken. She was acting like some crazed matron, she told herself. And yet, damn it, she wasn't matronly.Jack was touching her hair."Jack, perhaps we'd better. ”She looked soft. For a second I saw my wife; then she turned mean, “I saw how you looked at her; that Jewish cunt. You always loved her – never me.”“Susan,” I said, “when you leave, promise me you’ll get help.”She arched her back, “Why? I’m not sick.”Well she was sick, sicker than I ever imagined, but there wasn’t much I could say or do. But then ... I couldn’t let her near me ever again, “Anyway Susan, thank you for your confession.”She had to have the last word, “It wasn’t a confession. I. She slid right out of the bed kissing my cheek and strolling out of the room throwing me a kiss as she left. I rolled over to get some sleep still thinking about what had just happened. The next afternoon at work I ask her about it she just smiled and asked if I liked it that it was her way for showing her appreciation for taking them in. The following night almost the same happened but this time it was the girl who I had first said she could move in r****g me riding my cock like a wild horse,. My wife broke into the opening first, stopped, and then removed her bikini bottom. She then handed me the three bikinis to put in the bag that I was carrying. When I emerged from the bushes I saw a dozen nude girls frolicking around in the sand. There were three men off to the side sitting there behind their tripods with their video cameras mounted to them.On man said, “Greetings. I see your daughters brought you along this week.”He looked up at my nude wife and said, “Now I know where they got.