"There are so many words the same but sound different!" Erika exclaimed at one point. "And other words which look the same as in our language but mean...something different as well." You mean, faux amis?" queried Tanneka."I'm sure you're right," said Erika, opening her German dictionary with a puzzled expression. "I've not heard that word before. How do you spell that?" It's French." Oh! Well, I can't be bothered with French words. The French can't even fight a good war. Why should I be bothered. I growl at her, it’s the only way to make speech. ‘You are right. If I die tomorrow, nobody will attend my funeral. I will pass from the Earth leaving nothing behind, not even grief.’ My chest aches, but I’m still standing. And now it’s my turn. I open my eyes. She tugs trying to free her arms. Her eyes are glassy with emotion and I sense growing fear. I have a flash of insight, imagining her important powerful man agreeing to this solution, and I use it, ‘So you caught them in the act?’ She. Other men could interact with the women, but only after getting approval from the man that the woman was with.”It’s at this point that my wife commented on my ragging hard-on and the wet spot, signaling the leaking pre-cum, on the front of my boxers. I naturally replied that this story was so HOT and to please continue!“Well” she replied, “Only if you’re really okay with this.”“I am, Baby” I assured her, “PLEASE go on.”“Well, for the next several hours” she continued, “Men… total strangers. We were touching each other and finally she said lets go to the bedroom. In the bedroom on her computer was the picture of my cock I had sent her. I pulled off my shorts and she took her dentures out and dropped the robe. I told her I was ready for her to suck my cock. She sucked and gummed my cock. I reluctantly pulled out and laid on the bed she straddle my face and after a few moments she was grinding her pussy on my mouth. I was sucking her clit and shoving my tongue in when I could. .