I looked up to see that no one was around before opening the message. Christine: you mean these lips? She had attached a photo of her full pouty lips ...rom her bath tub. Her bare tits could be seen and the rest of her body disappeared beneath the soapy water. Me: I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I can’t even think straight at work right now. Christine: I like that you’re thinking about me. I immediately saw how big my bulge was and left before a group of girls who were at the far end. It was Tim this time , I wanted to go in the house but I couldn't get away , seemed like every one knew she was in the house fucking and they ganged up on me to keep me out side. I have no idea how long they where in there but all of a sudden I saw Tim drinking and talking to some of our friends. Then here came my wife carrying a cake...she yelled it was time to sing Happy Birthday to her. We all did and cut the cake...shorty after that the party started breaking up. I saw each guest out as. “What happened love?” I asked softly, hoping that my voice would soothe her a bit. “What has gotten you so upset?”She buried her face into my chest for a few moments, then replied, “It was a disaster. They did not want to hear anything I had to say. Instead they hounded me about your abilities and where they came from. While the display had dealt with questions about your ability to fight the enemy, it also put a target on your back. When they started actively talking about ways to possibly. She would only be in town for twelve hours, but I figured there might be time for dinner and maybe more. During the limo ride I made some calls to give her some peace, but I also hoped that it made me seem a little less desperate. She was stretching and preening, making it hard not to stare even while I was on the phone. She noticed my half-hearted disinterest. “Dancers must be comfort their bodies on display. Look all you want.” And so I did. Her performance was captivating. She moved.