"You're getting better," Sandy said, quietly. Merry nodded.Sandy held Merry's ankles while she quietly counted out twenty-four sit-ups. Merry returned...the favor for Sandy's one hundred.When the dryers buzzed, Sandy and Merry folded their clothes carefully, and stowed them in the bottom of the laundry bags carefully.Leading the way, Sandy left the barracks and headed across the parking lot. A figure detached itself from the smoking gazebo outside of their barracks."Oh shit," Sandy breathed, but. Why don't you join us, c'mon, sit down."The 'us' was what Charlie referred to as the coven, a mixture of female relatives and neighbors that had long hounded Charlie about her tom-boy ways. Every year during the Superbowl they sat in here talking while the men, and Charlie, watched the game.It was Charlie's sister Jen who discouraged Charlie from sitting. "I don't think Charlie would want to sit with a bunch of girls. Besides we were just about to talk about sex and I for one wouldn't want the. He now began to see why men would want to watch their wives with another man. He quickly s**ttered off into the bathroom and jerk off before retiring to bed that night. The next day at work he couldn’t get anything done as the thought of this man sharing his beautiful wife with another man had consumed him. He sat at work very aroused and couldn’t wait to get home that night so he could read others. That night he read several more wife sharing stories. He had gotten just as aroused as he did. Nick Christy circulated throughout his restaurant and gave each of my ladies a freshly picked carnation. They loved the attention from the suave and worldly restaurateur. Kelvin and his wife were dining there also and he asked me to come by the office first thing Monday morning to discuss the legal situation related to the trucking company.My dancing experience while in the White House came in quite handy when Tara asked me to give her a spin around the floor. The shock was clear in her voice.