Living together exposed me to a couple of D’Arcy’s endearing little quirks. She did occasional Girls’ Nights Out. It had been natural enough wit... her sorority sisters during her undergraduate days. She now did them with her girlfriends from her business classes. She regarded her nights out as a “mental health exercise”, both to relieve the stress of her studies and to maintain outside interests so she and I wouldn’t get on each other’s nerves. I was already used to the practice. My mother had. The lesson had already started, and even who went through the bathroom door first had to be negotiated!At least we were already naked, but when I sat on the toilet, my right arm rose in front of me because it was cuffed to her as she stood over me. I felt an unexpected rush as my pee splashed in the bowl, the scent rising from between my legs as she watched.But when I tried to get some toilet paper I couldn't reach it, so she did. When she tried one-handed to tear some off, the roll just spun,. Why? Well," Jack grinned, "I know you can identify with this: Every night after marvelous lovemaking, Sandy puts her head on my shoulder, molds her body to mine, and just snuggles. It's the time when we talk about things while we're waiting for sleep. If she can possibly help it, there will be nothing of importance to me that she can't talk about and help me think through."Then he turned to where Jennifer was sitting and said, "Jen, I also want to take this opportunity to thank you for what you. I was devastated that my once loving wife should say such things in my presence, to dismiss me as something so unimportant to her. She kissed Jason lovingly once more and he left.Jane sauntered back into the room with a smug, satisfied look on her face."Oh Brian" she said, "your wife is such a slut. I did things for Jason last night that I would never have done for you, and he rewarded me with the best orgasms of my life. Did you hear the noises I was making as he made me cum and cum?" I.