Oh, is all that I could say. My head was reeling with the pleasure he was sending through my body. It, was as if, each nerve ending in the head of my ...enis was being stimulated by a thousand feathers. I didnt even want to hold Brandon fearing that it would end. As Brandon had me at the heights of ecstasy, he placed his hand and cupped my balls. He manipulated each one as if he were rolling marbles in his hand. He had just the right combination of pressure and movement. I didnt know at the time,. "She continued to play the innocent wife, "just what kind of fun is it that I've been having, and just how have you been re-vitalizing your ego?"I snapped at her angrily, "you know damn well what kind of fun that you've been having. My ego boosting methods are my business. Your unwillingness to tell me about your situation has driven a wedge between us, and it's now beyond repair. Just remember what I told you several weeks ago, about having had the opportunity to salvage our marriage and the. She saw them as others would, but more than that, she was seeing something radiating through (past?) their clothes, their demeanor, their whole outward appearance. She was somehow seeing inside them; seeing their essence. Every single female was virtually naked in her eyes.My God, she swallowed hard with an apparent revelation. Am I seeing them to their soul?But the boys, or the men – that wasn't the case with them. They seemed to be less tangible, almost colorless and vague outlines that were. She looked over her shoulder, “Just give me a moment, please.”“OK,” I said as I watched her tear back the blankets and sheets. She rushed into bed and pulled them up to her neck. I stepped forward but she shook her head madly. I stepped back. Connie laid her hand on my shoulder.“She’s not your first choice,” Connie understood, “But I think this is important. We get to see how you are with a friend. So many of us are only going to get to be friends.”“That doesn’t mean we won’t love each other,”.