I go across to the bar and procure the desired beverages, feeling confident enough. Back at the table I raise the glass and pour liquid into my mouth,...thinking that the man doesn’t seem too sure about this himself. Never mind. I fish in my pocket for a piece of paper, coming up with an old receipt. “Here,” I say, having scribbled on it. “This evening. Sit your wife down in front of the computer and I’ll have a word with her. Is that OK with you?”The man nods.“Will seven do?”Again the man nods,. My face turned a few shades of red as I talked about the bras and panties. Colors and material. How did they fit she asked me. I looked at her. I know you tried them on. I have pictures on my cell phone she said. I looked at her and turned as red as ever. My wife reached under the table and grabbed my crotch. Don’t be ashamed. I know you liked it. Oh so big and hard. You really are a pervert she said to me as she fondled my crotch. As I looked into my wife’s smiling eyes as she continued to. ”“Well I would say they aren’t very happy about what you just did. Their husbands are though. Makes me wonder when the last time was that there cocks ever got hard. This is probably a bad thing to say but I am actually proud of you Amanda.” Sarah said and then gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek.“Ok girls. If the show is over can we go inside?” Tommy held an arm out to Sarah and Amanda. They gladly took a hold of them.Once they were seated, a waiter, that couldn’t have been older than. My epilepsy could be triggered by the blow to the head, they wanted to keep an eye on Monica just in case. We were no more than six hours into our stay, Trish walked in. Slowly. I looked at her, I broke down. ‘Trish, oh god Trish…’ Monica was sobbing loudly, the tears staining her beautiful face, her eyes red, sore, her complexion pale. She tried to roll over towards us, but her shoulder pain stopped that in its tracks. Trish looked at us both. ‘It’s ok really Michael. It wasn’t your fault..