Something about this not being right. Something... strange. Tyler continued to brush me under my skirt as he gently grabbed the elastic. Gently he pul...ed a pair of panties (panties?!) off of me. I moaned again, the feeling of soft silk running down my legs arousing me even more. Something was definitely wrong here. But what was it? Why couldn't I remember? His hand went up my skirt again and this time I felt his fingers on my flesh. It felt odd down there... different somehow. His fingers. " Go ahead buddy, shoot." I urged."Uh ... Kendo rike to know if wha happen in Begas, stay in Begas?" Well ... I guess so. I never gave it too much thought," I said, wondering myself it that was true.Kendo smiled again, "Ah ... berry good, berry, berry good," he nodded, "Kendo rike to ask Mike for berry big favor. Kendo ask Mike to sreep on wife."I almost choked on the beer I had in my mouth, "Excuse me ... did you just ask me to fu ... err, sleep with your wife?" Ah yes ... Kendo exprain. Wife. Whoo!” That made his cock throb, and she certainly noticed. She yelped, and then said, “Speaking of hard...”An expression of surprised satisfaction decorated her face when she lifted up to look into his eyes. “I was afraid you’d nut the moment I touched you. So glad I was wrong.”“Me too.”She chuckled and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you with blue balls. Just let me catch my breath.”“Do you want a drink?” he asked, noticing that she had sweat beading at her hairline.She nodded. “Just. I went into the shower, still trying to remember where they had came from when it hit me. I had bought them while I was in Texas looking for the girl. I had stopped at a Wrangler Outlet and bought an even dozen pairs. I thought was a real good price. As I washed, I was trying to remember what I had done with the rest of them. Suddenly it hit me, the shirts and jeans were still in a suitcase that I had never unpacked. I dried off, and with only the towel wrapped around me, I dug in the bottom of.