I'm fine. But I'll join you in a few if you really want me to. “Sure, sure. It's right through here.” I said, opening a door in the bedroom that l...d to the bathroom for my room. Minutes passed and I felt the morning wood extend slightly in length. “Excuse me, lad.” She said, poking her head through the open doorway. “You wouldn't happen to have a pair of jeans and a t-shirt I could borrow, would you?”“Sure, sure.” I tossed her a fresh pair of blue jeans and one of my shirts. “Thank you, lad.”. I switched off TV and took her back to bedroom. After making bed, I undressed her. She came into my arms, hugged me and started crying. I consoled her and took her to bed.Once in the bed, I kissed her and hugged her tightly. My dick was poking at her crotch but I didnt want to make love to her when she was so upset. After sometime, she stopped sobbing, I kissed her and said goodnight to her. To my surprise, She started kissing me back. Then she said something that I would treasure forever.She. Maybe he was here just because his wife had been invited and he had tagged along (or more likely: she had made him to tag along, because she had not wanted to show up alone). Anyways, the nice, older guy excused himself (which no one in the small group in the corner seemed to notice) and went for the bathroom, for some more overrated wine or just wanted to get some fresh air on the crowded terrace. As he went, he passed by a woman, who did not look like any of the other women at the party. She. It just didn't matter.I suspect there's a good dose of self interest involved in such "negotiations" between wives. Self interest seems to drive most decisions. But if the women involved already love each other, with the kind of bond that Jill and her mother had, then self interest might not be the primary driving force.We don't know the answer to that in this case either, because when I was finally allowed to learn about the results of the negotiations, I wasn't given any information about the.