“He’s off playing golf with some work buddies,” said Mari.“How fortuitous,” I joked.“Yes, it is,” Marci replied, shifting nervously in t...e chaise longue beside me. Marci and I had a good sister-in-law, brother-in-law relationship. We openly kidded each other about our marriages, with me accusing her of assaulting the crib in marrying Mark and she jokingly accusing me of marrying the brain trust between her and Shari.Marci was not dumb by any stretch of the imagination and although she liked to. Hubert junior was unattractive and as thick as two planks. He had an older sister who was ten years older than him, and believe it or not, his parents tried for a further ten years before he was born. Why they had bothered was a total mystery to me. To my absolute horror my parents befriended the neighbours and socialising with Hubert junior became part of the deal. Hubert junior had a dopey expression and chipped uneven teeth, which gave him a perpetually confused look on his pimpled face. His. How he had made me visit him at his home. I recalled how I had been passed around one night during a drunken party. Many older men I did not know had fucked me that night. They all came inside me and my Sensei had been greatly pleased with me. He had taught me so many things, except how to say no to him. Now in America here I was straddling one of my girl friends. My pussy dripping juices onto the head of the massive black strapon cock she was planning to fuck me senseless with. I wanted this. My mind was, however, a million miles away. As I watched Jill morph back into her usual reticent self, my thoughts could not help but start racing through my head. On the way home in the car that night, Lynn asked me if I thought Jill was attractive. “Yes, she is an attractive girl.” I replied, “Ron is certainly a lucky man.” At least I didn’t lie. I was certainly being honest with both my statements. Jill was most certainly an attractive girl and Ron was indeed a lucky man. If she came alive.