“Hey!” I said, “You wanted me to come. If you didn’t want them back... ?”“But ... we were having so much fun.”“Really?”“Something ...ew to complain about.”“Why?”“Wives complain ... it’s a law.”“Really?”“How else do husbands know they’re idiots if wives don’t complain?”“Yeah,” said Zoe.“The rule,” said Cynthia, “is this ... men marry hoping their wives never change. Wives marry to change their men.”“I must have missed something when we were children.”And Tyche said, “According to mom and Auntie. My quickly drawn in breath draws your eyes to me and I can feel my pulse begin to thunder as you reach up and slowly unfasten the buttons of your shirt, letting it slowly pool in the corners of your elbows. I try vainly to slow my breathing as I lean closer to run my finger tips over your collar bone and down along the round firmness of your breasts, ever so lightly brushing the tips of my fingers over the swelling nubs straining against the confines of your bra. I smile as you bite the edge of. The first female other than my mother to discover what I really had between my legs was my sister, Janet. She was twenty-one at the timeshe made the discovery. She was also single and lived in her own apartment six blocs away from home. She had a full time job as a secretary.One Friday night, I was sitting naked in front of my computer, totally engrossed in a porn site with one stud fucking three lusty sluts. Masturbating my two cocks is double the pleasure, believe me. If I alternated stroking. " You're wrong in this case, Spook," she contradicted him. "Mona"—her friend— "seemed to me pretty close to suicidal. And she said Ryan"—that was hubby—"felt a lot the same. This guy took everything! She told me he was still pushing Ryan for more even at the end, and blamed him for the 'failure, ' in quotes, because he couldn't come up with it. Spook, they could kill themselves!" Her voice had run up the scale pretty good by the time she got to the last."Is this not only speculation?" Spook.