One night I was talking on the phone to a friend of mine, who lived on the west coast and we had moved to the east coast so didn't see him much, but w... stayed in touch as he was one of my oldest and best friends. Back when we were younger I had shared my wife with him, so he was just more then a good friend There had been many times when we all had shared the same bed and had taken turns, fucking my wife and she always had given him a blow job before he left. Ken really enjoyed blow jobs. One. She looked from Barrett, to Danny, to me. Then, in a surprisingly calm voice, she asked, "Do you agree with him?"I glanced at Barrett, who looked appropriately sheepish, and said, "I don't know. Crazy hot?" I shrugged. "Able to melt steel with a cool glance, but otherwise..." I nodded, "spot on."She smiled and nodded to him. "Thank you." Then she turned and went back to work.I swear Barrett melted down onto the floor in a puddle of drool and relief for not being berated. The only reason I. The minute the door shut I burstinto tears. I went on and on about the treatment I had gotten at home,from the first moment I had been caught dressed up. Samantha listened,then later over dinner, she pondered something out loud. Something sooutrageous that it stopped me dead in my tracks. All the pain, all ofthe mental torment I had suffered at the hands of my parents could bepaid back tenfold. I was angry at them, and did not have any need tosee them again if ever, but just tweaking them a bit. “They pick him up from the airport and he sits in the back of the car with the wife. On the journey home he watches them make out in the back seat from his rear view mirror. He has her knickers quickly off and is fingering her and she has his cock out and is playing with him. The husband nearly comes in his pants watching them.” “You... you wouldn’t do anything like that with me, would you?” she sighed. “I mean, make me fuck another man.” Brian said nothing as he climbed between her thighs. He.