I did not reply to that due to morning incident and kept quiet. She then came near me and saw my rough hair and asked “don’t you take head bath qu...te often?” I said “not so frequently, why?” She said “see how your hair’s has gone rough. C’mon ill apply castor oil and get you a head bath. Get ready”. I felt very shy and replied ‘No’ for which she said “why do you want to feel shy when there is no one at home” and forced me to get ready. I reduced down to my boxers and sat on a chair. Seeing me. Now she was helpless and in his control. With that the door to my room opened and in walked 4 other guys, dressed exactly as Dave. They said hi and came up to the window to see what was going on. It was strange watching another man with my wife and now with other guys watching too. I noticed the guys were soon stroking their exposed cocks and one turned to me and asked if I was getting turned on by watching my wife with Dave. I said yes and pulled my hard cock from my trousers as evidence. Dave. Okay, I said. Heres what happened. Give me all the detail. Everything you saw, everything you felt, she said. I was barely 14. Brian was 15. He was tall and slim, but muscular. He was athletic and would later be a star wide receiver, basketball forward, and pitcher. At 15, he just looked good. He lived next door, and was the kind of boy that parents like. He was humble and polite. He said sir and maam. He asked them about their jobs, and made excellent grades. When Brian came over, no one. It seems like my days are spent either figuring out ways to pay the bills or working in my studio. I’ve been cleaning up and organizing so the place will be warm and inviting when you arrive. Putting the last touches on the studio this morning was truly satisfying. All the sconces have candles, and all the tools and projects normally strewn about are tucked away neatly. Lately, my time has been spent working on a few small presents I think you’ll like. When I get your text that you’re just out.