Whether that act would take place in the bedroom or out on the more public balcony overlooking the palm-bordered gardens would not be a conscious deci...ion. We would twirl, roll and crash against anything that would take our weight, completely lost in one another. As the hot water sprayed and rivulets poured down my cheeks, I broke the kiss and looked up at him, settling for simply reaching between us and stroking his hard-on a few times, feeling it bob and sway at my touch. The way the chamois. ”Another long silence. I then said “Judy, you are my wife. I want you to be happy in all things. I know that I am not the best lover, but I want you to be satisfied. If you need to have sex with other men, I only ask that you tell me about it.”She looked at me, not knowing what to say.“I want you to enjoy sex, to have orgasms that I am not capable of giving you. That is okay with me.”Judy processed what I said. “Steven, are you saying that you are okay with me sleeping with other men?”“As long. After a while Noelle noticed that Julia's foot was sometimes brushing against hers, sometimes lingering there for a few seconds. Sometimes her fingers would graze at Noelle's arm and occasionally she would place a hand on Noelle's knee."You know Noelle, you have a nice, flat belly" and as she said so, she ran a hand all over it, "Yes, very nice indeed!"Even in her drunken stupor, Noelle felt a bit taken aback. "T..thanks I guess.."."Tell you what...I have a bottle of Tequila...why don't we use. "Girl talk, David," WSM would say and they would ride off in the car I bought Grace ... Lucy Lou driving, of course. They would head out in the 1955 Studebaker President Speedster loaded with standard equipment including: three speed overdrive transmission, power steering and brakes, dual exhaust, four-barrel carburetor, "Shoemaker-stitched" diamond-quilted genuine top-grain leather interior, carpeting front and rear, a map pocket (but no glove box) an eight-tube push-button radio, an S&W 160.