As I watched I noticed that she had started to rub a bit harder at her pussy than I would expect when washing, I could just make out her wispy pubic h...ir, trimmed into a neat strip. As I continued to watch I could feel myself becoming aroused.Victoria was still rubbing at her mound; she was definitely masturbating; her fingers of her right hand rubbing up and down her slit, while her left hand moved back up to her breasts.Without thinking my hand had drifted between my legs, I gently rubbed. And he was not afraid to admit it, either, although of course he never had admitted it to a single soul.So far he had avoided battle or the threat of one, and had indeed only recently hit the age that one could finally call himself a man in his society. A man, not a boy. Old enough to drink. Old enough to kill. Old enough to fuck. Not that he'd ever done any of those things.He took a breath, finding the remains of his dignity. Enough to stand straight, yet not defiantly so. It was not an easy. I leaned forward and kissed my lover. We kissed gently and teased each other with our lips and tongue.After several minutes of basking in the afterglow, I lifted and rolled off of Greg and laid my head on his chest. To be open and free in this way felt wonderful to me. I had a wonderful husband who enjoyed sharing me with other men, and I enjoyed sharing him with other women. We had a perfect marriage, and our love for each other remained undying as we continued in the journey of discovering. "Why?" he asked."Because if he is the one, Chrissy at least knows he is a source for Ruffies," I said."What the hell are you talking about?" Wilson said."Okay for one thing, you have to assume I'm not crazy and I was drugged the night I spent with her and Brian. If Brian isn't the one who doped me Chrissy is. How much she knows is questionable, but she definitely knew who is the source for ruffies." Could she have been the one doing it?" Wilson asked."Is she involved with a serial rapist, I.