I yelled back, “I’ll be right out, Sweetie,” as I looked over myself one last time before walking out to the living room. He held up a bottle of...wine and smiled, “Do you have a corkscrew?” At first, I thought he said: “Do you want a cockscrew.” It was obvious where my mind was. As I snapped out of it, I replied, “Yes, it’s in the top drawer of the counter.”He opened the wine and filled the two glasses I gave him. Then, he clicked his glass against mine in a toast as he said, “Here’s to the. The skirt reaches the level of her buttocks, I see their curves and I‘m surely not the only one watching. I see the bulging of her pubis, her sex through the white tissue of her panty. My look is really fixed on this part of my wife’s body while she dances. I also see that Gérard does not hesitate to put his hands on my wife's buttocks during some movements. He does not hesiate to grope her, her buttocks, her belly, her legs, even her breasts, the bastard. The worst is that my wife does accept. I'd just taken a trip into theozone."We've got to get some clothes on, and we've got to get out of thishouse. I need to clear my head." Where should we go?" I asked."I don't know. Anywhere. I can't focus right now. Here." She handedme a pair of her jeans, the stretchy kind, and a pair of bikini undies."God, my old bras don't even fit YOU anymore," she marveled as shetried to fit into another pair of her jeans. "Damn, my butt doesn'tfit." It's a fine butt, though," I said truthfully. She. I wanted her to join us but I didn’t want to try and push her. I figured if she really wanted to join she would come over to the bed. Eventually the guys got tired out. They needed a rest. So they asked Karma if she would be ok with me and her giving them a show. She said ok as long as they didn’t join in. She was one top of me like that. So I went down on her and then she returned the favor. By then James was ready to go again. So I had him come over to the bed. Karma was not having any of it..