I said, “Okay, turn back around.”Pierre turned around and I put my hand right on his crotch, getting a full feel of his young cock and balls. His...arms were crossed over his head. He had given me total access to his young lean body.Finally, I said, “Okay, looks like you’re clean.”I motioned for Pierre to sit back down.I handed him his shirt, but he left it off.He looked at me, smiled, and asked, “Be honest. Did you like feeling me?”I answered, “Did you like me feeling you?”Pierre answered,. & she started tearing into me, I don't remember her exact words. but it amounted to " go ahead you been wanting to fuck her since she moved in!" I was foolish enough to comment while drunk one time that Tamara sure had a nice body, I bet she's a great fuck."& Chris would use it every time we argued. This was one time too many. "WHAT THE HELL, SINCE I GET PUNISHED FOR IT WHEN I HAVEN'T i MIGHT AS WELL!" I yelled as I walked out.arriving at Bananna's where Tamara was I located her. & after. My body trembled with the maddening pleasure of his finger and knowing the boy was watching. As the boy started cleaning my side of the windshield, I began moaning and whimpering loudly.Bob pulled away when the boy came around to collect the money for the gas. I moaned hotly to Bob that I wanted the boy to fuck me. Bob smiled and winked at me, then he handed the boy a five-dollar bill."Are you working alone today, kid?" my husband asked the nervous and flushed boy."Y... yes sir. U... until. .. it is clearly out of hand. Everyone is in on it. Would one expect less if forethought were given?I should start by explaining the ultimate cruelty. I am married to a wonderful Irish woman. Yup, complete with red hair, freckles and temper. I stay on the right side of that temper, except for when I don't, naturally, and pity those poor souls who do not recognize the fact that my wife is Irish and what it might mean if crossed. Anyway, she is gorgeous. From her face down to her toes she is all.