Fonda and I shook hands (it seemed strange in light of some of the phone conversations we'd had) and she invited me in.The cottage was surprisingly co...y, and her taste in decor was quaint without being too "country." She showed me around which took all of thirty seconds as there was only a single bedroom, a bath, kitchen/dinette, and a large living room/den. There was a distinct open space in the center of the living room, and I mentioned that a coffee table would go nicely there. She giggled. His hair was a dark shade of blue and he was very well built. He walked to the table very sure of himself. He just looked at the guy snapping the traps on my wife’s tits over and over and said “OK, my turn”. As he reluctantly left the table top and my wife’s breasts, they were noticeably marked with many red marks. Clearly which were going to develop into bruises. He looked at the table with junk piled on it and decided he liked the screw drivers. He picked both of them up and went to the boobs. The little triangle top showed titty skin all the way around and her nipples where making themselves know standing up hard. Now let me describe our bodies. She is five foot four and weighs one hundred pounds even, her tits are perky thirty four B cup and she has great legs. She is blonde and has blue eyes. I'm six foot one and weigh two twenty. I have auburn hair and green eyes. As she raised up on her toes she did a slow turn so I could take in the new suite. I said it's little isn't it? She. .. but the chatterin' noise they made allowed me to believe I wasn't alone. The friction of our sex lives allowed me to believe I was loved."And then Carol popped back into my life, draggin' along these people and I felt comfortable with them ... accepted by them ... I allowed myself to bask in the reflection of their love and pretend it was directed towards me ... and I realized that some of it, oddly enough, was. When they say that 'any friend of Carol's' thing, they really mean it. That,.