Whitney dropped to a defensive position waiting for me as I dribbled. I drove right then switched to the left side to dribble around her. Suddenly she...was in front of me, just standing there. I bumped into her and picked myself up off the concrete. "When you are a rock, nothing can move you." Okay, maybe I should become a rock. I followed Whitney as she moved into different positions, naming each one. As soon as we were in position, she would say, "Deep breath and become a rock."The first time. My wife continued the story and said she sat on a chaise lounge and had a few drinks to loosen up. Then Tim came up to her and said “Hi Carol, how’s my favorite “Granny”. I said “Granny well will see” and Carol said she laid a French kiss on him and wrapped my arms around him as I pulled down his swim suit and he untied my bikini. His hands roamed freely around my body. Tim gently stroked my back as he kissed me and then worked his way down to my firm ass squeezing it gently, now my bikini. A human female must surely have been outside his previous exposure, unless Celina really is out there somewhere. He sat next to me, just looking at me. That was when my nasty mind kicked in. I slowly turned around 90 degrees so my pussy was pointed at him after I opened my legs to place them on either side of him. I moved a hand between my legs and massaged my pussy lips, verifying what I already knew to be a fact. I was wet and turned on. He was watching my fingers on my pussy. Still watching. She was too afraid of him to have an affair. Icouldn't understand why she didn't leave this creep earlier.My wife was not interested in sex either. If I suggested anything otherthan the missionary position, I was label a pervert. When we were firstmarried, we had sex once or twice a week. That soon trailed off to onceor twice a month and then it just stopped completely. The last threeyears of my marriage, my wife and I lived in separate bed rooms andbarely communicated. It was only when her.