My djbellah protects the entire body.”The son then asked: “But father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?”“These are “babouc...es” my son,” the father replied “You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful, they are also extremely hot. These babouches keep us from burning our feet.”“So tell me then...” added the boy.“Yes, my son?”“Why are you living in Minnesota and still wearing all this shit?”When you’re seventy, ... who cares?I was standing at the bar. ”“Yeah I can see that.” I said. Now thinking if it was my hubby how much he’d love the thought of me at home fucking another man in our bed. “We haven’t even had sex in like 5 months.” He said. “oh, sorry that might have been too much info for you.” “No not at all.” I said. “5 months, that’s a very long time! I don’t think I could go more than a week.” We both laughed. I felt a little courage as I said this next part. “So, then what have you been doing for 5 months?” I asked.“nothing, I haven’t. She tookhis cock, with the last drops of piss still clinging to the tip,into her mouth and sucked him clean. I could see the tearsrunning down her cheeks. As she sucked his cock clean he saidsarcastically, "Happy anniversary sweetheart."I wanted to end this somehow. I lay on the floor listening asthey returned to bed and the men drifted off to sleep. I couldhear Lynne lying between them crying quietly and it was breakingmy heart. I tried desperately to think of some way to get controlof this. Showed me her breasts, and let me fondle them, but that was about it.” “Oh come on! You're telling me that she didn't ride that beautiful cock of yours?” she said as she started to run her hand up and down my thigh. “She didn't. I wanted to, she seemed to want to, but she said that her 'moral compass' wouldn't let her.” “Yeah. She may push the limits, but never crosses them. Given how this all started though, I thought there might have been a chance that she enjoyed every inch of you. Have you.