It happened. It’s the past. I escaped. How can I condemn him for what I did and what he taught me about myself?Do I have regrets? Of course. I have ...any. Those who say they don’t lack honest hindsight. When I truculently slapped the girl who insulted my father’s reputation in high school, I was ready for a nail scratching, hair-pulling catfight. Instead, her reaching up her hand in shock to touch the slapped cheek, her crying wail as she ran away, my learning of her personal tragic puppet. “Mmmmm, you want me to suck her pussy. . . you know I like that. Have her sit on my face while you fuck me,” Jasmine suggested, reading his mind.Yadav leaned back on his knees and pulled his wife to him.“You heard her, honey. She wants to taste your pussy.” Ali shivered in excitement. “I’d like to see that. I’ll have a ringside seat this time. You ready for that?”“Yes, Atharva, whatever you want, darling.” Ali leaned down and kissed Jasmine before she moved over her, her knees on either side of. “Lots of husbands try that approach. Have a nice meal and a few drinks and settle down with their wives and watch some porn together. Watch some interracial porn; comment on the size of the guys. Ask them whether they would like to be the girl in the film. Get their wives in the mood and start talking about the guys as they make love. Gradually start talking about it more; get them to the place where they might like to try it and then take the plunge.” “Take the plunge?” Karl nodded. “Yes,”. The girls moved back and forth and finally stopped. I guided him first to Olga’s breast and then to Ginger’s. I watch her face as Bill sucked on her nipple and I could tell that she really enjoyed it. When he was done, he declared that Olga was first and Ginger second and both of us were right. The girls wanted to know how we could tell and I said that Ginger’s breast was a little firmer and I know the feel of her nipple quite well. Olga had a softer breast and the nipple felt different.