There is laughter.“Don’t worry,” I tell you, “She’ll be over here in a moment. Anyway. where were we..?”I can see you getting a little wor...ied. All you can see is the back of a group of men. And me.“Ooooh” you hear your wife say.And then your not sure what you hear. But it sounds like a faint protest. Then your hear her clearly… "You naughty boy…”You want to intervene but i calm you. “She’ll be fine.”But if you were stood at the front of the crowd you’d see the waiter groping your wife’s now. .. I still got puzzled on how much those stories were truth or the mind of men that wanted to give a bad name to a girl. Would I know the truth behind it or it would be one the best kept mysteries?The opportunity came up one given Saturday, when she called me for a dinner since a previous date had backed off. It was a quite interesting meeting, we remembering of the good times on high school and life in general. So, she asked if I could go to her apartment.“Your place?”“Yeah, Steve. I am alone. Josh did manage to cajole Molly into dancing after awhile, and she got more animated as the evening progressed, until flashes of the old Molly started coming through. Everybody was feeling terrific about the progress she exhibited, especially considering it had been only five days since we first mapped out a disaster plan. Finally, though, about a half hour before the dance was to end, Molly hit a wall. She slumped in her chair, exhausted from the activity around her."Are you okay, Moll?" asked. I was unpacking my lunch pail, etc, and went to throw something in the trash. When I opened the trash can there was large wad of folded up paper towels on top, but they looked clean. I got curious (assuming she'd worked up the nerve to kill a spider since she's terrified of them) and unfolded the paper towels. Inside was a used rubber that still had a LOT of cum in it. My mind raced and my cock got instantly hard. I knew that earlier that morning a repair guy was coming to look at our new.