. . you’re going to strangle me with my OWN bra and with both of our wet panties shoved down my throat. Even as I struggle for breath I’m gagging ...n those soggy, wet panties, tasting your sweet juices as well as my own. Your friends are all cheering. And so are mine. They ALL want to see you finish me.The smile on your face and the look in your eyes tells me all I need to know. I’ve lost and you are the winner! I still struggle, but my confidence is gone and I know it’s hopeless for me. Still,. " Yeah," interjected Ron, "especially the "F" word." And why is that, Jennifer?" asked Tremper, looking amused.Feeling as if she were being baited, Jennifer replied, "Let's just say it's a word I would never use." Never?" queried Tremper."Never!" Nothing could make me use that word!" she responded as she again saw her husband's employer smile furtively.Jennifer felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that Tremper was continuing to stare at her. She looked up to meet his eyes and smiled. I drove there, aiming to be early so that I could have a drink while waiting. It was busy at the bar as the place is very popular with date nights and wealthy people. I ordered a glass of wine — pricey but worth it — and waited. I couldn't tell if any of the people there were Dan’s New York friends, so I just sat and smiled at the bartender and anybody that looked at me.The moment he arrived, Dan looked for me as if I was a lost child. That made me feel special, and when I greeted him he kissed. Over time, I’ve been able to get Karole, my wife, to open up more. After all, I comment on beautiful women, and I know she is only human, with sexual desires and fantasies. This last year or so, she has finally owned her feelings and has begun to communicate them to me. I love it. Simply knowing she has sexy thoughts throughout the day, with or without me, is a turn on. Knowing her sweet little muffin gets hot, and that her mind can race with sexy thoughts makes me smile. I love to know she.