"He closed his eyes, and I knew from experience he was searching for patience, he must have found it since his eyes opened slowly and then he grinned ...ack. That was almost scary..."If that's the case, perhaps you would be kinda enough to tell us all what it says on page 237?" Oh, sure thing, Tom, but I'll have to back up to page 236 since the first paragraph on 237 is a continuation from the previous page on..." and off I went, Mr. Walters shook his head as I recited the topic in question from. It wasn’t a surprise, then, to see a text message flash across my phone when I turned it on after landing at the Raleigh-Durham airport: “Welcome home. Can you grab me some Pepto-Bismol when you drive by CVS on your way home?”A short time later, I knocked on Lisa’s apartment door. When I didn’t hear anything, I tried the door and found it unlocked.“Lisa?” I called out as I poked my head in.A voice I vaguely recognized as Lisa’s moaned, “Oh, God.”“Are you okay?”“Um ... can you give me a bit?. Then in a telephone chat - did I mention the telephone chats? Sorry - I should have done - comfortable - damn! I've used that word again, but they really were comfortable chats - any subject, laughter, tears, sorrow, anger - all the normal emotions we all go through, except we had never met. Lord how we decided what we would do if we ever met... But I digress, in a chat we suddenly realised that a member of her family had an apartment just down the road from me. We were both silent as we took. It was organised for the next evening. I got home from work and heard some laughing in the lounge. I entered to find Charlie and my wife sat there. Charlie was dressed, but my wife was sat naked, legs open. She told me that Charlie had been telling her what he would like to do with her pussy, but she told him to be patient as nothing could start with her husband being present. She told both of us to follow her and then in the bedroom she told us to strip. She then got out a big box with a few.