***** Later after we talked about everything that happened that night, I asked my beautiful spouse to write everything down using her own words. This ...s how Andrea explained what happen after I left. I was calm with the whole situation until the door closed behind my husband. Then all of a sudden it dawned on me that this was not just one of the stories I told Greg, but this was real! Trembling, I asked Andy if he would like something to drink. His reply came nervously quick,. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment and it took me forever to go. He didn't get mad or impatient or anything, just stood there and waited. He didn't even go outside, just stood there in the doorway of the stall. I know because when I was done he just stood me back up, dabbed me off with a piece of toilet paper, pulled my panties and shorts back up and then brought me back out and tied me back in that damn chair. He was actually kind of nice about the whole thing. Then it got real. Tinks was not on the sofa in front of me where I expected. She was laid on the floor in front of the log burner. Topless. Passionately kissing Becky, who was also topless, crushing her fabulous naked tits into Tinks' own magnificent 32Gs.Speechless, I just stood there, my cock hardening instantly, but trapped in my jeans. Tinks looked up, and told me to put the cups down. She motioned for me to come closer, but stopped me at arms length."No touching, just watch" she said. Becky looked up at my. I wanted her. In my bed, in the tub, on the couch, up on the telescope platform. She was different than the cookie cutter "J's." I could be pleased and happy keeping her pregnant and happy. Pregnant? Oh-My-God ... I wanted kids. My kids, her kids, our children. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with the money to make life wonderful. A new beginning for the house. Jess would make my house our home.Across the bridge, late in the evening ... someday someone.