They were all work-related; they were all over once the production closed. It was expected. I didn't particularly like it, but they were baggage-free ...nd they didn't reflect on my relationship with Nathan at all. I know he must have had his affairs as well. I would expect nothing less. He spent his days surrounded by beautiful people looking for self-worth through the admiration of others. They offered their bodies, he'd have been a fool not to accept. But we never talked about it.So we fucked. He squeezed a roll of fat on his hips between finger and thumb and shook his head, bemused.A flash of color caught his eye and he looked down to see a lacy blue thong on the floor near he feet. He picked it up, stroking his thumb over it's silkiness. Smiling again, he placed the filmy garment on the counter near the sink.He let the cold water run, and once again washed his face and neck like a man trying to awaken. As he toweled himself dry he heard something. He cocked his head to listen,. , before I started hanging around with them, drinking with them, letting them come over to my apartment, or fucking them. I just liked the friendships, and if it led to sex, hey, that was even better. If not? I was comfortable having friends and just hanging out with people.So as I got older, into my 20's and 30's, even getting married in my mid twenties, I had younger friends. My wife got pissed off about it. She'd get angry, she'd accuse me of doing shit I shouldn't be doing, and truth be. I could see Papa's hips against mama's wide ass. He seemed to snuggle something between her cheeks. She moved her hips at him.I could see his hips moving and could tell he was still squeezing and massaging and pinching her breasts and nipples. George continued to wank his hard cock, occasionally stopping so as not to shoot his load.Mama sighed and said "oh papa, I so miss this. I miss my boy." I know you do mama, I know" as papa continued to hump her ass and squeeze her giant melons.Then I saw.