I said it didn’t. Then she grasped me around the ankle, squeezed it a bit, and asked her question again. My response was the same. Then she went hig...er….onto my lower thigh, and repeated her question and I again said there was no pain. Then her hands went around my upper thigh with one of her hands flicking gently through my boxers against my balls as she did. THAT got the attention of my already half erect cock which responded as one might expect. It began to twitch, enlarge, and become hard. The four of them found a spot. It was not a very good spot though particularly for Juliana because of her height."I cannot see. I am going to go find another spot," said Juliana."I will go with you. I cannot see much either," said her brother.Juliana glared at Newlyn and was likely about to protest when their mother spoke up."Alright you two. Just do not go too far," acknowledged their mother."If you cannot find us though just go enjoy yourselves. Just met up at the car at about noon," joined. To everything, but rage. I am not a cuckold. I don't do well with it at all. No this is the story of my first experiences with revenge, cheating, and being another couples bull.I carried a lot of rage with me and one night while I was travelling to Los Angeles on business I put out an ad on the proverbial craigslist. I got dozens of spambots and a real response from a cute, short, mixed race bbw, My wife is white, skinny, and tall. Every man's fantasy to try the opposite. We talked and. I shudder to think of what type of concoction Erik might mix for me in his present state. Ah well, perhaps we should attempt to drown our sorrows and we can allow tomorrow to take care of itself." Erik, can I offer you a drink; a whiskey, perhaps?"The man stopped his pacing for a moment and stared at the younger man, then sighed."No, Raoul, no whiskey. You know I care very little for the taste of strong spirits. However, I can see the allure of their sedative effects on the mind. Hmmm ....