I could smell her perfume, the dress and her attitude were very intoxicating. We were chit chatting and I couldn’t take my eyes out of her beautiful...curves.She noticed me staring at her and she didn’t mind me staring this kinda gave me some confidence. I was thinking about three scenarios in my mind and thinking about which one I should I apply for the night.Scenario 1: Have a nice dinner, flirt around a bit and then go back to the room and try another day.Scenario 2: Have dinner and invite her. This was going to be one wild night. My wife Julie and her bull-dyke lover Linda couldn’t wait to get their hands on each other. They were already making out on the floor. You could tell who was in charge when Linda put both of her hands on Julie’s shoulders and forced her head downward until it was in her pussy. The next words I heard were “go ahead baby eat that snatch” as my wife’s head went between Linda’s legs and her head began bobbing up and down as she licked Linda’s pussy. Bev and I. God, it was better than pornography because it was all true and it had generated tingles of forbidden temptation inside her the likes of which she’d never even dreamed of! She’d even been tempted to experiment with some of the wanton tales that subjects — people just like you and me – – had told the interviewer, such as which positions offered the greatest penetration, if they preferred a hard mattress to a water bed — things she’d never considered in her husband’s missionary style . Maybe it is time for the cast to be removed. If so, I will be able to work again. The cast reminds me of Steven. I must rid myself of it.One Wednesday morning, I crutched nearly a mile. It was hard. When I finally got to the park, I was tired so I dropped on a bench to rest. I felt into a reverie. My eyelids got heavier. I dozed off. A strange sound startled me. A tall brawny man was standing beside me. His digital camera was pointed at me."What are you doing?" I asked angrily."I am taking.