E kept ourselves busy in the next few days, and on Wednesday evening we helped each other to masturbate. It was early in the afternoon on Thursday whe... my phone beeped with a message.'You two lovebirds are both ok'I wondered if that diagnosis was something that AMA would agree with, but then my phone beeped again.'How soon can you get home? I pulled the Gin and Tonic bottles and poured us double measures. She cut slices of lemon. The drinks were finished off with 5 ice cubes each. "Cheers" we said. I was already giddy from the wine and the G&T was downable. We moved to the living room. She set the dimmer down low and she motioned me to dance. We danced close or at least tried to. In heels and tipsy I wasn't very fluid. I looked down a lot at my feet whilst she dragged me round the living room. Then we held each other and she laid. I leaned against the table and stuck out her ass. Rustam became me to kiss her , and he kissed me everywhere - from the inside of the knees to the back - and do not forget to stroke my scrotum. I've become a moan sweet feelings , I used to be covered not only by his touch and caress , but thoughts. Confused thoughts in my head , I fought in two of my nature. I wanted to stop this , it was embarrassing, scary. Scared of what brother suddenly wake up and go down here . But at the same time, I. It was just coming up on Halloween when the shit was about to hit the fan for Michael [he would have loved that metaphor :)] but the problem was that I wasn't at a good time for the ultimate little bonus for my impotent hubby. I eagerly went to the calendar to plan a November to remember for my loving husband but there I saw he had that damn business trip on all the 'good' days. Sure, I could have just did some sort of video or something but what fucking fun would that have been? I wanted.