Sure I was a bit upset that my wife was doing this, but more so that she hadn’t told me. I knew the way these places worked, the glass was one wa.... My wife wouldn’t be able to see me sitting behind the glass, she’d just know that someone was in the booth and had paid money to watch her. The screens for other booths were up, so there were other men watching my wife at the same time I was. Gleefully I started stroking myself, watching my wife finger herself for the enjoyment of strangers.. ” I kissed her on the lips. She swooned a bit, then rolled toward me while I rubbed her arm and she went to sleep. She was only thirteen years older than me. She had Connie very, very young. She was what, forty-eight? Forty-nine? I’m thinking, around that, and if she could lose the attitude, not the ugliest woman in town. This was going to be a nice life, or a living hell. Let’s see ... I went back to my bedroom and I climbed in bed, in the middle of a three-way conversation, listening to women. As Carla fastened her seat belt, she looked over at Fred, then reached to touch his hand again. "We're here for you, Brenda. Anything we can do, we will."Brenda didn't answer, but just sent a feeling of unease.They traveled throughout the afternoon, periodically checking with Brenda while passing cotton and corn farms, and an occasional dairy farm or pecan farm before late in the day Jessica told them they were only a few miles from a small RV park."Sounds good," Fred responded. "I'm getting. I cleaned up after close, aunt May would always stay and help me. She would drink and talk about all kinds of things, then one night she drank herself till drunk and started to talk about sex. She said that she never gets any now but when she was younger she would get three or four guys aweek. she told me stories about fucking guys at the club, about how my mom and her and the other two sisters would go out and pickup guys and have orgies. She said she loved sucking cum out of her sisters.