She felt for my hand and squeezed it as she smiled at me and whispered, “Thank you, Ted. I love you.” After we had all recovered Goody moved ...er pussy up around on my mouth as I lay flat on the bed. She moved up on my nose so I could lick her anus. "You really taught him how to eat pussy, Dot. He's almost as good as you." I looked up her wonderfully flat stomach to see her breasts above me. Her thighs were pressed to my ears. Behind Goody, I felt my wife sit on my dick. Wet, warm,. He took the blanket off the top bunk and wrapped it around me above the waste up, I couldn't use my hands. Then he bent me over the lower bunk. I knew what was coming, I squirmed and resisted but he slapped my ass hard and forced a finger in my hole. I screamed, he pulled my head up by my hair with one hand, put a pillow in place underneath my head, slapped my face and pushed my head into the pillow so I wouldn't make too much noise. It really hurt, but I knew what was coming. What he was. French doors to a balcony. All luxurious. Like Cindy. “Drink?” she purred. “Whiskey, please,” I replied. Cindy poured me the drink and one for herself. Not whiskey but clear. It looked like water but I doubted it was. Not with the amount of alcohol she had consumed in the bar. She must be as tipsy as me, I reckoned. Cindy sat on the bed next to me. We clinked glasses and we drank. We chatted again. Just like in the bar. I felt comfortable. Relaxed. Albeit the drink was getting to me. However,. I didnt look bad for my 30 years. My skin was still soft and radiant, my body still slender, breasts plump and looking just as they did my freshman year of college. I mightve had to dye over a few grays, but otherwise I still appeared young and blonde as ever. Id taken to looking at my own body a lot since my husband left- it was a confidence-boost to remind myself what he was missing out on. But the full-length mirror wasnt the only new addition to the house since hed left. At this point I.