Now go away so you don’t look like the creeper by the bathroom door!” “I have to go help out with the team, it’s the practice before game nig...t you know. I hope you will be all right, text me if you need anything. I mean it!” “Okay, I will. I’m going to be fine though. Go coach your boys. They need you.” Clarissa smiled as Tristan gave his customary knock and headed away. She never actually texted him in the evenings, because she didn’t like disturbing his family time. His wife was an awesome. M., as if to prove a point. I rolled onto my back, and pulled her head onto my chest. I'd never tell my wife, but this felt pretty good. She rolled over on top of me, and laid her head back down, with her hand next to it. Her hand was on top of my nipple, and she started playing with it gently. I got the stirring in my loins that always accompanied my nipples being played with. She must have felt it, too, because she grinned at me, and began rubbing her belly against my growing erection. She. Right?" Lucia stammered, feeling like an idiot, and knowing she looked it to."I know! It’s unconscionable!" Mitchell stated with finality and feeling. "I hope somebody does something about it."Lucia sighed to herself. Just passionate enough to care, but not enough to do anything about it; typical, she thought. As he went on to discuss the economic standing of a variety of African nations, Lucia found herself tuning out again, being sure to pay just enough attention to know when to nod or shake. I really should not do this. I mean, your husband & my wife, we are a good friends.But this will be our secret, one time only. I wanted to find out something. Your wife is a great woman, & my husband is a good lover, but something about you, makes me want to find out what the other side of you is like, besides well built and horny.She pulled my shirt & told me to shut up. Her mouth opened and I went to taste her honey. She had a wicked tongue, and I wanted to play hockey. He shoots, he scores,.