Talk about it. Won't we?" She looked at her husband, who seemed less certain but nodded anyway. "And thank you for being so understanding. Not thinkin... we were just hopeless. And ... I'm not sure how to put this ... but I hope it was - well, good for you. I mean, with your background I suppose it was just another treatment - but you never let it seem like that to us." Don't worry. It was good for me. And I'm sure it was for Colin." I nodded, hoping my smug satisfaction didn't show.Mr and Mrs A. She is sooooo sexy,I cant let this opportunity slip me by. My friends at this time were getting ready to leave, of course I didnt want to. I noticed a group of young lads hovering near the girls and then they went in for the kill. The girls (pretty embrassed) that some young c***dren were chatting them up got upset and told them to move. They didnt. They kept on trying it on with the girls. This was my opportunity to sort them out. Then I realised, I'm all alone. My friends have gone, maybe. She still had her legs apart, but after a moment she drew her thighs together and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat next to me, pulling her T-shirt over her. “I’m going to go,” She said, “Claire’s next, but she’s little scared.” “Don’t make her do anything, Cindy.” I said. “No, she wants to, but I’m going to be with her while you fuck her.” I was a little taken aback by the phrase ‘while you fuck her’,but let it slide. I was getting the impression that Cindy was the tougher of the. After a couple of months without a mention of the bet Paul was feeling at least a little better about it. Mmaybe Sharon really had let it slip from her mind? He should have known though—she never forgot anything. In the end, she called in the bet when they were at a week-long offsite strategy session. They were representing their division at the session, held at a hotel downtown. The schedule was punishing, long days, pre-arranged dinner and bed. For three days Paul hadn’t been.