Stuff... That's between me and you." I wish it was between you and you," spat his wife at him. "I can'tbelieve you accused me of flirting," she hissed..."Of course you were flirting! God you were oozing all over each other!"he whispered. Michael suddenly realized he needed to diffuse thesituation "But look, I don't care about that." You say I'm flirting with your boss and you don't care?" No, I didn't mean..." I bet you'd encourage me to sleep with him if it'd mean that you gotthis fucking. I found a book of matches from a motel in the area. I looked in the phone book and the place was circled. We had never been there.Several times over the next week I tried to call her during the day, yet she never picked the phone up. That little voice in the back of my mind said something was up. I tried to ignore it but it kept bugging me. Thoughts ran through my head, and I imagined the worst, that my Tammy was cheating on me.I asked her if se was cheating and then Tammy went from cool to. “As you see” added Gwen, “a lot of the ladies are exhibitionists which I think is natural at 70 as at 17 as all women are nurtured to show off”. Looking down as my cock stretched out my crotch, she added … “and some men too!”Then she asked “So as you are now with us, it is only fair that we know what you like, what turns you on. I know it’s hard to be honest by really, it will make your time here a lot more enjoyable. By the look at that lovely hard cock straining to get out of your trousers,. What else could I do? I took her back. It didn’t get any better from that time on, and the whole thing came to a head when I was asked to walk over to a neighbour’s property and pick up the mail. The neighbour, Greg Brown worked in town, and drove past the local Post Office on his way home. As there was no mail delivery out to the farm, he would collect the family mail as well, and someone would go over and collect it from him. The walk was a couple of kilometres each way across the paddocks,.