Sandy stared at her husband, seeing the muscular cheeks of his ass encased in his white shorts. He was a tall man, a handsome man. When they had first...been married, he couldn't seem to get enough of her body, always fucking her vigorously. She had loved his fucking tremendously. The only thing she had not liked was his inhibitions. He did not want to experiment, want to do other things. He wanted only to be on top of her, no other position. She had managed to suck him off twiceÜÜthree. Joyce, Brenda, and Emily." They spent the night together?" That's what I said. You should see Joyce's room, and her bed. Girls didn't act like that where I come from. One of them wet the bed too. The mattress is being aired out now. We're just lucky it's Helga and Diane working here today. If it was Edith, or even Jeanine, there would be talk all over town about what happened here." You think you know people, Gerta, and then something like this happens. What time did Dad leave? Did he say. Our wives got on pretty well, and we usually met up once a month for a meal somewhere. He’d been there for me when my wife had cancer, giving me the moral support which I had been grateful for, having used all my strength up in helping my wife come to terms with her illness. Pete and Claire had come with us for a break in Las Vegas to celebrate my wife’s all clear, and though we were close, there had never been any hint or desire to be anything other than good friends with them. I knew that. After a day of partially exposing myself to numerous men, I was all worked up and needed release.One day, one of my regulars was flirting with me. He said, "Have you ever thought about modeling?" "Like I've never heard that one before," I replied. "No, I'm actually serious. Let me introduce you to my buddy, George." His friend, it turned out, owned a clothing store, and he was looking for new models for his catalog. It was just a small shop, so he could only pay in merchandise, but I did.