“Hey, Em. Could we stop by the mall on the way home? There’s a couple things I need for school.”“Really?” She turned to look at Francie and ...hey high-fived. “Shopping!” I guess it’s still a national pastime. At least for women. I was afraid they’d be pretty disappointed that I wanted to go to the bookstore.“Thanks for this,” Francie whispered in my ear. “I was trying to figure out how to tell you I couldn’t have sex today.”“We don’t have to have sex every day, Francie.”“I know, but it was so. Kat collapsed on the bed and Emily stood next to her. They both removed their tops, Emily wore a bra, Kat did not. I approached Kat to start on her tits, but was then stopped by her friend. “Uh-uh, those are for me.” “Then what the hell do I get?” I knew I sounded pathetic, but I didn't care. Emily then cupped her tits. “This,” Then she cupped her ass. “And this.” So she wasn't a lesbian after all. As it turned out, she was simply into older men, so none of the other college guys ever made. My phone went off again, I glanced at it, it just read "you're missing out ;-)" I pulled into the driveway and went around the back of our house to our bedroom window. I could hear my wife moaning loud. My heart started racing. I peered through the window and everything around her was dark but it was like there was a spotlight on her. She was on our bed on her hands and knees...well on her knees. Her beautiful round ass up in the air, her 36dd chest and face in our mattress. A really fit and. ...You know, things they don't quite understand. Othersthink it's real awful. Their brains are just not wired to accept it." You haven't broken the law have you?" she said. "This sounds bad." You might be fine with it," I said hopefully."For God's sake, just tell me," she suddenly demanded frustratedly."The emails to Lauren Pink...............It was just the guys from themeeting having a little fun," I tried to explain. Probably a few of thegirls, too, I thought."What? I don't understand." They.