Buddy Mike, on the other hand, barely exceeds five foot and is wiry and looks seriously in need of nourishment. My wife of three years has voluptuous...hips, a deep navel and an ample, natural bosom. She stands five foot eight inches. Our sex life was rocking but I always wanted her to make love with another man in front of me and I talked about my fantasies with her. She was wary at first but eventually warmed to the idea. Mike had seen my wife on many occasion and he told me that, if I don't. Interesting happen at work today?"I "Nothing real interesting happened here. Are you sure you are okay? What are you doing?"I was getting seriously concerned. She replied, "Oh yes! I am perfectly fine. Just gimme a minute. Don't...uh...go...uh...anywhere." I heard her put the phone down and I could now hear what sounded like springs squeaking. As I began to put one and one together in my head my suspicions were blatantly confirmed by my wife's words, which I could hear even with the phone put. Before she can either ponder the implications or be frightened by them, she is wrenched back into the blue-white tunnel. She wants to scream her frustration, as she is sure she is nowhere near her limit of Projection time. She is deliberately pulled back, as if the intent is to give her only a taste of the truth, providing she can even understand it.When she rises through the mesa, she senses comfort and sympathy. She wants to demand from them what she has just seen really means when she. Her name was Lauren. Lauren and I talked for a little while and I explained why I was there and how I was feeling. She was a great listener but I had trouble talking as I frequently found myself looking over her body. I couldnt tell if she knew I was checking her out or if she thought I had trouble talking sometimes because of what I went through. She gave me her number and told me to call her if I ever needed someone to play tennis with. I genuinely smiled for the first time since my dads.