"You haven't washed them, have you?" she asked."N, no. I ha, haven't." Don't you think it is the polite thin to do? If you borrow someone'sclothes? ...To wash them before you return them?"She asked it in such a matter of fact way, that it didn't even sound likeI'd done anything wrong by taking them. My faux paux, it seemed, was innot washing them before returning them."I, I su, suppose that is true," I answered timidly."Well then, I suppose I could forgive it this one time," she said, asthough. Anita Sara was showing her white skin under her short black dress, black high heels, and a sexy anklet. They were soon really getting into the dance. Jeremiah had both his hands on her butt, rubbing it as they danced close face to face. I noticed Anita was dancing erotically with him.I saw him whispering something in my wife’s ear. She put her head back with a look of shock on her face. But she then just giggled and nodded a yes. I could notice that he had his crotch rubbing up against her. “I don’t have any family close. My parents are dead, killed in an airplane accident. I am rich. It’s inherited from them and from the insurance proceeds. I am so jealous of you having your parents. That’s even more true now that I’ve met them. They are wonderful people. You have a great church family, too. I’ve not had any of that. I lived with aunts and uncles until I went off to college. They wanted me with them for the money from the trust. It wasn’t good. I bought the house you saw and. Her new and current problem is I want a lot of her body in return.“We need to clean up” she countered “How about if we go hop in the shower and get all soapy?’“Son of a bitch” I thought. I brought along some little blue pills, knowing that I would need all the help I could get. But even with the pharmaceutical assistance, I didn’t there was a way I could go again. Still, the thought of soaping up those incredible tits and perky little nipple of her’s; of grinding my cock into her ass as I.