So I went home an hour or so early.I parked my car in the garage and entered the house through the kitchen. My wife was starting to prepare some items...for dinner.As I normally did, I gave her a kiss, felt of her breasts, and cupped her pussy. The kiss was not as passionate as it normally was and I think she realized that too. Her breasts felt very nice through her T-shirt without a bra to get in the way. My hand went up between her legs, under her short skirt, to rest up against her wonderful. She couldn’t- or wouldn’t- tell me what she had done beyond saying she was a temporary worker. She claimed to speak a little French but that moved the conversation along no further than my Spanish. She loved the Beatles but thought they came from London. By a glorious coincidence Strawberry Fields shortly afterwards played on the plane’s sound system, which she had on and I didn’t. She held one speaker to my ear for the entire track. I have had blow jobs that excited me much less than this did.. Wendy watched the TV for a while and, even though it was only 9pm, she was thinking of turning in when her mobile rang.“Hi darling” was the familiar voice of Ruby. “I’ve managed to organise the private party room in the club next to the gym and we can have it now if you can get over there?” Wendy was even more intrigued. “There will be Maisy joining us and she is a specialist in problems like yours so get glammed up and I’ll meet you there OK?” Wendy just stuttered OK and Ruby rang off. Wendy. Mary flashed that she wished she could’ve reached out with her tongue and swallowed some, but I warned her that she might drown!Greg and Jamie flashed that they had done it too and found it to be very erotic.Bob said that because he was so sore, the lack of lubrication made it impossible for him. Greg flashed, “Serves you right, too!”I thought I was going to drown because I was laughing so hard.We’d been underwater for almost an hour when the five of us headed back to shore. We got out and.