Her legs were long and tan, leanly muscled. His tee shirt reached about mid thigh leaving a long expanse of tawny skin to admire. And the shirt, an ol... one that had been washed many times, was soft, molding to her slender body, emphasizing her lush curves. It clung to the curve of her breasts, rounding over the tiny bumps made by her distended nipples.She glanced up at him, then at the door of his bedroom. Her stomach was in knots, her fear a palpable thing that she couldn't ignore. The palms. Her Titties were big enough to match the rest of her. Anyway, there was something specific about her sexuality, she had a very strong lust in her that came out when we were together that I absolutely LOVED. It's like this; if you've seen my pics & stuff, you know what I look like. Well, something she loved to do sometimes...well it would go like so....we would go to my place, her place or even get a hotel room. We would hang out, do some drinking, smoke a joint, y'know, get relaxed & loose.. With one exception: the bus scene.Mrs. Kirtchwin got the shop class to make this lightweight rig that looked like a bus but had curtains of black underneath. This rig, Tony and I, would carry onto the stage and two of the main female suspects would get “hit”. We’d stop over them, and they would play dead while the police team did this lengthy scene where they interrogate the driver, also a suspect.The lovely ladies we would be running over for a week, plus the rehearsals were our girlfriends.. .” My lower lip quivered. “I'm sorry, Kurt. I can't keep away. I had to be here. I had to... to...”“Fuck my wife?” he asked, moving forward. He took my hands. “Why do you think you're here, Becky?”I blinked at him. “What?”“We kept you away until this moment,” Kurt said. “Our wedding night. We wanted Rosemary's first time with you to be special. And I wanted to share one last woman with you, Becky. I always enjoyed that. You know it.”I shuddered. “But... but... I... I mean... You made me.