And when I woke up – no such urges. Still, I was on dangerous emotional ground and so my alert about alcohol had to be high. And here he was not pul...ing out a bottle. Not sucking on it. Not tempting me.Here he was – being a good man at the right time.And a good k**, too – sweet. Kind.“Thanks, k**,” I said, needing to acknowledge him – needing to learn my own means of communication with this new young man.“For what?”“For not drinking. I been feeling a little … unsteady – so not having beer in my. She said okay back and getting ready to hang the phone. She swiped but it didn't hang up, not at first. I could hear my wife moving around the bed a bit. The video was still showing her body as she moved around. I thought she get dressed, but she settled into laying down with the toy. She pumped her pussy hard with it, and her moans were loud. Then it happened. Her moans turned into gags, well like something was in her mouth. A minute of that and then Pinky and I heard her say something about. He then got another mag out it had only pics of guys with hard-ons wanking, again he would ask which pic I liked most.As he turned the next page he asked if I had ever had any homosexual relationships adding that no one else would ever find out.I nodded yes and he began to ask me to tell him about them, starting with my first time. I found myself telling him about boy to boy stuff I had done, he wanted to know in detail, I found myself telling him about sucking friends cocks etc.He seemed so. Atrashy, slutty, sex-kitten of a woman. And since you also think theyshould be practically free of any intelligence whatsoever, I'm assumingyou're having a hard time following me." Um. I think I get it." But I didn't. Then I smiled at my reflectionand giggled. What I wanted to say seemed so reasonable but part of methought it was stupid. I couldn't help it though, it just came out."Um. I think I want a Popsicle. Or something." I giggled again. Whatthe hell was happening? I couldn't.