. been with my new boyfriend,” Marley deliberately strung out the words, being as coy as she could.“Boyfriend? Do tell? I promise not to steal thi... one! I really am sorry about that! Forgive me, since you got a new man in your life, anyway?” Shelly told Marley, “oh, I have to confess that a time or two ... the last time that you got drunk with us ... and then the next one, you fucked us both. And maybe ... the time after that?”“See, if I was still mad about that, I wouldn’t fucked you guys,. .. I can't stop thinking about everything that happened, and as much as I enjoyed it... I can't help but shake the feeling I did something wrong".I patted my hand on the bed next to me, suggesting he should sit down next to me. "Bruce, I understand why you feel that way... but you didn't do anything wrong. She wanted it to happen, we just decided to not say anything until she was there... but you didn't cheat on her." Bruce asked "then why do I feel like I have to keep it a secret?". I answered. This observation is supported by the young lady wrapping herself around his arm as intimately as possible, ruling out the possibility that it's either a daughter or granddaughter that he's simply taking a stroll with.Something peaks your interest, so you park your car and proceed to follow them from a safe distance. Their day would seem innocent to some people, such as a small dinner, a trip to the movies, and other almost date-like stuff that seems like a friendly day together between a. . fuck-for-brains!" Not my fuckin' fault it takes ya forever to work up a load in those puny balls of yours!" Least I didn't try and drown him in what yer abnormal bull sized balls produce! ... And that horse cock..." Ya never complained before when I allowed you to fag me off; you lapped it up like a hungry puppy wanting more, or begging me to fuck yer fagot ass with my so called, "horse cock" that made you squeal like the little fucking piggy that you are!"They're friendly sparring banter.