I came to the same bus stop every morning at the same time, and yes he started showing up, but never got on the bus, so I thought he was working at an...ther part in town and took a different bus.In the beginning he said nothing, but by the end of the week he had introduced himself and showed me where he lived, which was in the big building behind the bus stop, even pointed out his apartment, no doubt seeing me every morning.I am a tall statuesque girl with long blond hair, an athlete who. ’ My wife was not one to gossip around, but I had to be sure. ‘She was supposed to get her tubes tied, but last month, he insisted on getting his pipeline fixed instead. Now I do not know of any man who would volunteer to get his pipes snipped. I wouldn’t have.’ I spoke and took another sip of heaven. ‘He was only thinking about her comfort. He is a very considerate guy that way. They have only one child. Why would they even take such a step?’ She asked, taking another sip. Since we were. She'd rapidly mastered touch-typing and the intricacies of Microsoft Word, and in a pinch she could do research on-line.She took to dormitory life like a young woman who'd grown up with her normal allotment of pajama parties and Friday night football. She was twenty, going on seventeen.But it wasn't Friday night football she was going head for when each school week came to its end. It was my apartment. We both had plenty of homework (even though third-year law school turned out to be a relative. It was all that I could do to fuck the six women that night but with my wife’s help and those thoughts of Jill in a threesome I managed to do it. The other guys only made it to three, four, or five wives but they couldn’t go any further. My wife tasted each girl on my cock and in person when I encouraged her to eat them out.For years my wife and I had often talked about making love to the other women in our group but that night all of our fantasies came true. Well not quite all of them but they.