"You want to do what?" Cindy asked excitedly after we'd sat down for dinner and I had begun to fill her in on everything that had happened, and had be...n said."I don't see the point in keeping it any longer." I told my wife. "You don't enjoy going up there anyway, so except for during the hunting season, it really isn't being used the way it was intended to be." "Yes...but isn't that a little drastic? And besides, Silvia might not be able to even come up with the money." Cindy. My gaze drifted upwards and confirmed for me that she did indeed have the most perfect breasts I had ever seen in clothing. ‘Theirs.’I indicated the two women at the table when I regained the capacity to speak. I looked over at the pair and I did not like what I saw. I may very well have suddenly been transported to some jungle cave where a one legged baby zebra had wandered in on two very hungry lions. I could practically see them salivating, even from across the room. ‘Oh, okay.’ She said. We got married 10 years back. My wife is from a village background and I am from an urban background. I am a branch manager of a well-known company having its branches all over India. Until five years ago, everything was normal and we were leading a healthy sex life calmly. Over a period of time I had realized that though my wife was very happy with me and was satisfied of me, would love to enjoy a big cock than mine or perhaps I wanted to see her enjoying sex with stranger(s). In addition, I. My father ogled her a bit too, but then he pretty much ogles every woman. My mom is okay with that since she knows it's only his eyes that stray (I hope).Ruth was comfortable meeting Xasha. They hugged like old friends, and I realized that maybe they'd met before. That was confirmed when they recounted an evening on the town in New York.We hit the road then, and in no time we had left Missoula behind and traveled through scenic Montana. Michael made big eyes when we sighted the first good-sized.