The lubrication is fantastic and it is so hot knowing another guy has just fucked your wife and she enjoyed it. While I was fucking her, she said “y...u really like me being a little tramp don’t you?” I told her I wasn’t thinking of her as a tramp, that was a societal judgment because women who fuck around are tramps, but men that do the same thing are studs. Double standards to which I don’t subscribe. After all, who are we “studs” going to fuck if we didn’t have women who liked to fuck as much. I hope I can have a place in your life again. Stacey.Seven’s thoughts were nowhere to be found, for minutes he sat in his car staring at the steering wheel not knowing what he had to think. Eventually he came down to earth again and felt that he could use a shower. In the shower Seven decided that would talk to Stacey and let her tell her story. But somewhere he was still angry with her. Angry because she stopped the little contact they had, angry because she just decided to ignore him angry. "Hello, are you a friend of Jeff's?" Cindy said curiously. Then lookingcloser and with and expression of amazement she realized it was Jeff!Jeff stood there looking scared and when he saw Cindy recognized him, hestarted crying. Immediately Cindy felt bad. "Jeff I am so sorry I burst in on you like this" she said apologetically.Seeing Jeff's tears she went over and took him in her arms. Jeff restedhis head on the crick of her neck and started bawling on her shoulder. "Shish" she said "Its okay. You are to call me whenyou have arrived home at exactly Midnight. And violation of the rules would result in punishment, of that she was sure,but what it would be, she had no clue. Time was paying no attention to her dilemma and was passing by at what seemedo her as an accelerated rate, at 8:25 the phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Babe, it’s me, Jen, I’m stuck in traffic and might bea little late” “That’s fine, I’m just finishing up” “You’d better hurry up, if you’re late, that’s a badmark you know…”.