It's you that that makes the clothes hot. Not the other way round. We looked round some other shops and soon found some clothes for her. She tried on ...er first outfit and she looked so hot. I'm not even gay and I'd fuck her! After looking round some more shops. We had lunch and she asked me for advice about dating. I gave her some helpful tips and she left town with a guys number. I'm proud."I smile at how masterfully she taught Ashley and told her about my day with Jodi. She smiles until I get. I think that we fell asleep because the next thing I became aware of was Kaitlyn softly saying, “Breakfast is ready.”I opened my eyes and looked at Kaitlyn. She was dressed in the same short skirt and blouse from the night before. I glanced at her legs and wondered if she had any underwear on. Marissa was standing nearby, wrapped in a white terrycloth robe with a cup of coffee in her hand. “How do you like your sausage?” Kaitlyn asked.“I don’t know. Marissa how do you like my sausage?”“Hmm, I. Should she risk another look...just as brief as before? Gathering her courage for a second time, she glanced into the room once more. This time, she looked straight into the face of the darker man. She didn’t flinch yet. One second...another one. The man’s eyes were moving, surely he knew - back! Had she retreated just in time? She dearly hoped she had.She could continue her musings in her bedchamber... Back the way she came, soundless as before... She reached the landing, and within minutes. After reading several stories on the Internet about men who let their wives have sex with other men I made my decision.A couple of nights later after Jennifer and I had been out to dinner, we were sitting in the car in our driveway. Jennifer had leaned over and kissed me and was now playing with my cock through my pants."Have you decided yet? Are you going to let me have sex with Gary?"I suggested that we go into the house and get out of our clothes first. We went up to our room, stripped and.