She enjoyed the thoughts I planted in her mind about the shy young virginal boy. Brian, I think, knew what we were up to in the bedroom from the first...day while he was out mowing the lawn. And soon it became a feature of every Saturday.One day I suggested that she go to the kitchen (which is off the living room) and get us some drinks. We were both naked and I told her not to put any clothes on while she tip toed past the windows in the hall. She did. "Did he see you?" "I don't know she said I. Watch.”You sense fingers toy your clit. You feel nice, unafraid, knowing these women are not going to hurt you.“Oh. Mandy! Stop! You shouldn’t be doing that.”“Why?” and the curious fingers continued to explore.“Next year, I hope they have a naked guy here. I’d like to handle his package and squeeze his balls…” The host passed by and asked, “You girls enjoying yourselves? The touching stops and the hands fly away from your body.“Oh yes! She is wonderful. What a good idea to display her.Three. But unfortunately, the doorbell rang exactly then. We realized that our other friends had come to go out for lunch.So we went for lunch and but then decided to have few beers at her place afterward. Just her and I. When we reached back, she changed back into those tiny sexy shorts she wears around the house.We sat on the sofa listening to music and sipping the beer. Now she was also wearing a low neck top. Although it didn’t show a cleavage, I could see most of her luscious breasts almost all. I know I can’t complain and that I have it better than most. Mike is a good provider and I know he doesn’t cheat on me but is that enough to sustain life, I fear not. The page stopped there and as I stared at her writing, I tried to think of our life from Marge’s point of view. It’s not that this was a shock to me it was just I hadn’t really considered our life as Margie had portrayed it. I felt our life was comfortable and I guess I always thought Marge felt the same as I did. Just because I.