She had, on several occasions, been compared to "PLAYBOY" girls. Even at 43 years of age, she had a figure to be proud of. She had used methods taught...to her by her ancestors to get rid of any and all of the stretch marks from carrying Misti, and had been able to keep her waist small, and her butt firm and, best of all, soft. She was also lucky, in her estimation, to have married a man like her husband. He wasn't jealous, and in fact, had introduced her to the world of "swinging."She covered. For several years, Deb and I have talked about her fulfilling a fantasy. She was a virgin when we met, and has never been with another man. Rick, we have been looking all week for a guy to invite to our suite, but she hasn't felt comfortable with asking anyone until you. Would you be open to being with Debbie?" Oh shit. Seriously? Did he just ask me to fuck his wife? I don't even know what to say or how to say it if I did. "She told you that? About me? I don't know Keith, she seems like such a. Everything about it was just gorgeous.ooOooIt was ten past nine in the pub when Matt was beating the hell out of Brian at pool. They were on their fifth pint of beer and the sarcasm was flowing freely.“What the fuck is it with John,” said Brian, “fucking working late on a fucking Friday, of all days.”“No fucking commitment,” mocked Matt.“No none at all – just a pathetic text to say he’ll be late – wanker!”Matt potted the black ball again, leaving four reds belonging to Brian, still on the. His plan was to take out the compound at first light. The signal for the attack would be a freshly refueled and rearmed Thunderbolt taking out what his forward reconnaissance had verified was the two tanks. Presently his forces were moving towards their assigned positions. These positions had been carefully placed to allow all units to fire upon the compound and minimize incidents of friendly fire. The route of the advance was also mapped out to find and neutralize any forward observation posts.