Constantly fucking is not going to solve all our problems.Me: I know sis, but we’ll figure it out.After an hour of sobbing, hugging and talking thro...gh our situation, we were no closer to knowing what to do. We got up, showered together and got dressed. As we sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, it suddenly came to me.Me: Fuck, I wonder if he called my wife. He was sure mad and would be looking for revenge.Her: Maybe you should call her.Me: You’re right.After dialing the number, the call. I tried to put myself in his place and imagine what it would be like, day in and day out in a foreign culture, listening to people talking to each other and mostly leaving you out.But Shiggie seemed to be thriving. Then again, why should he bitch about life's little inconveniences? He had money in the bank -- in two countries, probably. And he had us! He had Amy, and me -- Good Old Sam.And Ford.I was pretty sure he'd had Ford, in the Biblical Sense. (Hey -- do gay guys do it in the Biblical. Maddy looked at her with her jaw hanging open. "You said nothing happened!", he accused her."I know what I said. It wasn't a real kiss. I was teasing him and he just touched me on the lips lightly. It was like a kiss between a brother and sister"."But Alex didn't take it that way", she said realizing that Jen hadn't finished her story."For some reason it bothered him". Jen shrugged trying to appear indifferent. "Then he kissed me".Maddy sat down suddenly and hissed, "Tell me everything.. It was getting really late, and I was beginning to get tired. Around 11:30 was when I started hearing what sounded like some soft moaning. Just like the night before, the noises started getting louder and louder. I could hear the slapping of him against her body as he pounded her harder and harder. I pictured what I had seen before, and my cock began to grow firm again. This time I wasn't going to risk anything by letting my curiosity get the best of me. I remembered what Sam had told me.