Her eyes widened in shock, then she smiled and nodded. "Okay."Lee pulled himself into a sitting position and Harriet rolled off him. He looked at me. ...Go and get some lube," he said excitedly.I looked back at him, stunned, not sure what was happening."Lube!" he ordered again. "Vaseline, something like that. She won't want me going in dry, will she?"I wandered out of the bedroom. There was a pot of Vaseline in the bathroom, which I retrieved and brought back. But - it couldn't be for that?. They’re both very comfortable with lots of room, and are OK to sleep in. There’s a little office area with everything you need in an office in place of the front galley, it’s opposite the front toilet. The standard galley area in the rear and two rear toilets behind the last row of seats are as per the normal layout plan. Rob insisted on bullet resistant composites being used where possible, adding five million to the cost, but well worth it for the peace of mind. The loss of the thirty seats. Saltyperspiration soon soaked me, adding to the gooey mess.Finally, she stopped. I heard the exterior apartment door slam. Thenthe bell of the elevator. They were together in elevator."I'll see you tonight." she whispered."Who the hell was this guy? Why isn't she paying attention to me?" Ithought.A male's voice whispered something I didn't hear. I heard sloppykissing and soft moaning."Why is she doing this to me? Why doesn't she just turn me back?" Ithought.Suddenly, things became bright again.. I do however want to take this time to relate what happened at our annual Christmas party this year. It was the Friday night before Christmas. All six of my wife screwing friends had been invited. Two of them are married to lovely but oblivious ladies that had they known what was going on would most likely been very upset. On one hand I felt bad about the risk we were exposing their marriage to yet on the other hand it had been the husbands choice to participate or not.I know, I know, who’s.