And frankly, none of us were willing to forsake our current life-style of running around naked and fucking each other whenever the mood hit us.I never...thought I'd see the day when I'd come home to find Maria sucking some naked guy to orgasm on our bed, but now that the guy turned out to be Bret, I'd just smile and undress, knowing that I'd be next. Don't get me wrong, though. I'd be screwing Maria as much as I'd be screwing Anne, and the same went for Bret. And Maria especially loved being. “Here for the Regatta?” I asked.“That’s right, and to look around the town, it’s very beautiful.”“I’ve been here twice before for the Regatta, though I usually dress differently to this.” I gently tugged on my blouse for effect.“Why didn’t you dress up this time?” She asked.“Well, this time around I’m hiking the Thames from its source to Tower Bridge in London. I didn’t have any room for formalwear in my backpack.”“Oh wow. I’d love to do something like that.” She exclaimed.“Perhaps you can one. ?Good. Now, what exactly did you find before we captured you???Nothing? I replied. ?Nothing at all.?She punched me again, only this time, it was in the groin. ?Again,? she asked. ?What did you find???Nothing!? I earned another punch in the groin, and it was much harder. I tried to free my hands to cover myself as I moaned in pain.?What is wrong, American? Did I hurt you? Does your balls hurt?? She grabbed my hair and pulled my head, forcing me to look into her hazel eyes. ?ANSWER ME.??Y-yes,. Moreover, I don’t want to jeopardize my marriage and I don’t see how I would not have wanted to fuck her or at least try to use my knowledge of what she liked to make her aroused. Since that Monday morning three weeks ago, I have stayed away from her, only once seeing her in passing in the hallway, and we both looked away from each other. I’m pretty sure she has no idea that John gave me the CD or she might be even more embarrassed . . . or perhaps turned on . . . I just don’t know. When I.