This was greetedwith cheers (someone tell me why?) and all the guysgathered opposite me then I realized that they weregetting another perfect view of ...y wife’s panty-cladpussy. Let them be so childish, I thought.There must have been something in the drink becauseafter that moment, my wife just went haywire. Shestarted dancing with the same men she was abusing. Whenshe came back to me after two dances, her dress hadridden up. I would have smoothed it down but I wasstill pissed with her and. At a certainpoint I was crawling around and she tried to get me to stand. I did fora moment, and even walked a few steps, but fell down on my butt andbegan fussing."Oh hush, it's okay sweetheart," she told me and hugged me for amoment.Things went on similarly until we were gathered up for lunch in anotherroom. They had this weird table with a cutout in the middle for thecaregiver to sit, and on the outside were highchair seats built intothe table. "What's the new girl getting?" Amy asked."She. I could say almost anything... about what I would like to do to you...”I grinned even wider as she nodded in ignorance. Without the addition of language, even the smallest hint of understanding, I found it very difficult to judge her reactions. She was definitely friendly but at no point had she ever made physical contact, drinks, food and the bill would all be placed on the table, never directly into my hand; an exquisite torture. I watched her full lips, glistening with lip salve, as she. His bare feet wriggled as I pulled the glass back, his face was stained with tears.“Is your brother home” he sobbed, obviously trying to hide the weakness in his eyes. He looked up at me and that’s when I found I had to have this boy; he had been driven to near destruction but I could make him feel wanted once more, my lust took a hold of me and my pants became tight. “He’s in my room, um, on the laptop” I moved aside to let the lamb through. As I closed the door I looked over my shoulder to.