..the 2 young couples are now watching intently, enjoying the action, the guys probably hoping their ladies get turned on and loosen up for them too. ...Layla hands now explore up my sides carefully avoiding my penis…her delicious fingertips popping up the top of my waistband then disappearing back underneath. I have moved forward without even realizing it, my rigid spear only inches from her face…as her hands slide around to my rear…I notice another couple watching us from their chairs only. ” I walked away, embarrassed that Jessica had witnessed my cock pushing against my pants. She'd never seen that before. But I was soon back thinking about Laura and Saturday morning. Wednesday I called Jessica and told her, “I’ll leave a key for Laura under the mat. Tell her to come on in. I’ll be waiting for her.” “I'll tell her, and I hope you have a good time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I laughed and hung up. Saturday morning I lay in bed while my wife got dressed and left for. She would verbally abuse me, calling me a poor excuse of a man – even suggesting on some occasions that maybe she did need to find someone to do he job properly. Her sexual frustration started to emerge publicly also. She became more and more disdainful of me in front of others, often going out of her way to humiliate me, openly admitting to guests how frustrating it was that I was so small. Mandy also began loosening up sexually at social gatherings, overtly flirting with men she fancied. She. She didn't wait too long before the bus pulled into the stop, she climbed, trying to not look at the driver's face... while the bus was almost empty, she felt that the handful of passengers were looking not only at her but through her. She fought the idea and headed o the very back of the bus. Sat at the last seat against the window and opened her clenched fist wrapped around the note.She straightened the paper and began to read:- "Dear Nanci, I truly hope you are reading this. You really gave.