.... oh never mind, I don't want to fight. Dinner islovely by the way."Alecia interjected, "Please babes come to bed with us. We can stillshare a bed....Remember what they say about not going to bed angry." I said no Alecia and I mean it. I am afraid I feel too angry and Idon't want to ruin your night. I am as mad as hell inside and mystomach is churning and I don't know what to do. I have just found outmy wife thinks I am to girly and she needs a man, not a cross-dressedfucking freak she wants a. She looked scared. "What the hell you doing with my girl?" I yelled. "Your girl!" one said. "Little tramp was wandering aroundthe parking lot, looking lost and lonely. We figured to give her some company." Several other drivers and a cop joined us. I thought the cop would straightenthings out, but instead he said, "She's just what we need. When thesegirls onstage are finished, we can toss this little piece of ass to Big Lil." Everyone started laughing — everyone but me and Cherry. "Why. Her moan is long and low from deep within as she reaches her climax. Her head jerks back as the spasms over take her. I reach around and pinch her clit between my thumb and fore finger as I thus two fingers into her juicy pussy. She moans and bucks as my finger drive in and out of her. She struggles against her bonds as she racked with her orgasm. The waves of pleasure begin to recede and slumps over the back of the chair her breath is ragged as the last of the spasms subside. I move around. Similar incidents to the first happened several times with the girls successfully predicting my path home about once every 3-4 nights. Their games now consisted of tripping me over, throwing dirt at me from afar, walking right behind me for ages as well as others. Despite this we had still not actually communicated despite my attempts to confront them and telling them to go away and after a while I had begun to accept that protesting wasn’t going to help. Honestly however the games the girls.