What about you, honey? Want to join us? She blushed. “Sure” We walked out of the bar, Max between us. We reached ...he black BMW and I immediately jumped in the backseat. “Wow. This is a nice car,” she said while she rubbed the leather seats. Max’s hand reached over and caressed her leg, I saw her tense up. It was now or never. I reached around the seat and began to massage her huge breasts. She leaned back and purred. Her nipples. We told my Mom that night when she came to get us. She saw the bite marks! Plus, Mrs. Sullivan can confirm it for you,” I said.“We have your Mom’s statement, and I don’t buy it. Mothers do crazy things to protect their kids. Who’s Mrs. Sullivan, though?”“Our school guidance counselor. Cindy went with me to tell her about what happened because she was so distraught. My parents and I talked her into it because she was too afraid to tell her parents. She’ll confirm every word, and we told her way. What does that mean? I was really angry now. Youre so good. He got serious again. Ive known you since 6th grade, and Ive never seen you be rude, or mean to anyone. Even someone picking on you. I was speechless. I wiped the tears from my face. Youve noticed me? I asked. How could I not? You dont blend in. Youre different. People notice you. He said. I didnt have anything to say. I sat there looking at his beautiful brown eyes. Youre so outgoing and weird and you embrace it. Youre perfect. He. But when we are alone, living our lives, planning for the future and making love, just the two of us, it's much, much more than I can put into words.There's nothing I wouldn't do to make Bethany happy and that includes letting her go if I thought her leaving me would make the woman happier than staying with me, even though if she ever did leave me I would be crushed.I've had conversations with men and women who can't believe I let my wife screw around like I do. And I used to try and explain to.