Taking her. The thought sent a chill down her spine. But then she thought again of her husband, with his pants around his ankles, playing with himself...as he watched another man fuck his wife. Playing with his smallish penis. "What kind of man enjoys watching other men have his wife?" Jen thought. But she felt bad for thinking these thoughts, and tried to shake them from her mind.Then her thoughts were interrupted by the ring of her cell phone."Hello," she said."It's me," Mike said. "Uh — where. I mentally shrugged. It sounded more like a head game than anything else. There was probably some gas or something in there that would make us dazed or giggly, and the viewers and Biff could get off thinking we were getting horny. Whatever. I had taken care of any risk I had when I had agreed to let them numb my lips, so I wasn’t actually worried about this one. A small part of me actually wished it was true in the sense that watching Chrissie get helplessly horny and start giving a guy a. As I walked through a 5 or 6 foot wide opening between a mechanic shop and a small little slightly elevated home good fortune smiled upon me. The bottom sill of a 5 foot wide window was right at eye level and there inside the room was a bed the top of which was also right at eye level. The curtains were closed completely, however, they were 6 or 7 inches to short, I could see the entire room from this vantage point.What I noticed first was that the lady of the house was folding clothes on the. I looked up and saw Becky come in. She walked up to me and gave me a hug. To say I was surprised would be an understatement."I saw the sign and thought it might be you. Your parents must be really proud of you." How did you see the sign? What brings you to this area?" I asked."My Uncle Ralph's business is just across the street. We might be seeing a lot of each other."I introduced Mom to Becky and she told her to have lunch. Becky did make a sandwich and I sat down with her while she ate.After.