I want female companionship, but have to pretend that I am happy, when it is clear I am not. I hear the young ladies in my office talk scandalously ab...ut their boyfriends and I yearn for what they have. I have nothing, I just exist.It is bad at Christmas, worse in the months that follow. On Valentine's Day, the office was ablaze with red and pink as every partner tried desperately to show their "love" with overenthusiastic and flamboyant displays of flowers, cards, balloons and chocolates.. I expected him to hook both sides and pull them down, but first he wanted to check. His right forefinger touched me in front, and walked down the front of the black satin, the panties he'd bought me, and insisted I wear. Then he cupped me in his hand, and I jumped. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to see how wet I was.I can't have disappointed him, because he squeezed me quickly, making me jump again, and then returned his hand to my side and pulled my panties down far enough that they slid. HE climbed on her and started fucking her hot hole, after about 10 mins he collapsed on her,I think he exploded in her ass and after that my wife started to dance nakedly before him she seemed to be too hot and dancing includes some movements like some one fucking and as if she is bitch.there is discontinuity it seems it is some other room (may be my wife ex-lover’s living room. she was sitting very close to him who had one of his hand upon her left breast caressing her. She was making small. I thought I was going to reach an orgasm rather soon with the vigorous way she was doing it. She seemed coy as she said, “I see you’re having some trouble with my underthings. Do you like them anyway?”“Yeah, they’re really cool.”“Oh, you mean like when the weather is warm?” I supposed that was some kind of joke,This was all getting quite complicated for an inexperienced guy like me. I managed to say, “Millie, hold off on what you’re doing and I’ll rub you down there through the cloth. How does.