Was it the fact that the woman was mute? Did the fact that they would never exchange words, heighten their nonverbal looks and feelings? Could she, Ly...n wondered, be tiring of Denise already? Nonsense, she told herself, Denise was the most satisfying person and lover she had ever known. Then what? What was it about Maria? Lynn didn't know. All she knew was that the look which she and Maria had exchanged, kept running through her mind, each time arousing her even more.At lunch, Lynn was silently. I was just barely able to pinch her nipple as my hand left her body. I felt embarrassed, but at the same time, I could already feel something stirring inside. I began explaining everything. How I saw her at f******n. How I feel in love with women. How it was because of that that I feel in love with her body. How I’ve been hiding it for all these years out of fear. After about half an hour of spilling my guts, she pulled me closer, careful to have me lean against her shoulder this time, and held. She pulled his head towards him and kissed him passionately I was still watching this, eventually I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures and video of the events, my cock began to grow, I was getting aroused at seeing my wife with our friend.A little earlier in the evening I had ordered a pizza, in the events that had began to unfold in front of me I had forgotten. I opened the door to the pizza guy and I left the door open to the living room, the pizza guy at the door was observing my. “I thought we were reading,” Arthur commented from the door. She looked up guiltily, and saw him leaning against the door jamb, drying his hands. His smile was knowing, and she knew that he knew which picture she was looking at. He peeled off his sweatshirt, and dropped his flannel pants. He was no Adonis, but he was hers, and she loved him as much as he loved her. He was still devilishly handsome in her eyes, even as his red hair thinned and feathered with gray. She turned 3 more pages.