I didn’t feel like eating. Thanks for that, Ted. Instead, I started cleaning up around the house. I turned on the TV and found something mindless to...drown out the sounds of my wife getting used by our whole circle of friends.When it was over, he came downstairs and it was clear that he’d been crying. I poured him a drink and put it in his hand as I guided him back to the couch.We didn’t speak. He just drank the scotch I’d poured him and stared at nothing. I understood. It had changed my world. My sister said rather than embarrass him maybe Ishould continue writing as if I were a girl, she would help with thecorrect phraseology and he was a half a world away, what were thechances of him finding out any different. (Do you see where this isleading?)Well, it seems that these guys wanted pictures of us, shelly and "Mary".Shelly proposed that one day she dress me up in one of her Poodle Skirtoutfits, take a few polaroid's and send them to the guys, Steve, my guy,and Bill, Shelly's guy.. Good God, I thought. Look at her jugs, they are monsters!She scuffed across the floor to George's room, stood there a moment, and then slowly pushed the door open. She stood to the side a bit so I could see over her shoulder. George was wanking his now hard cock, precum dripping down the shaft, his eyes closed as if in sleep. His mother sighed as she watched him masturbate.Oh good god, my fiancé's mother is watching him masturbate. And I am sure it is not the first time! A moment later, his dad. " I shuddered in pleasure. Patricia knew I enjoyed a more submissive role, while she was more comfortable being in control and she was doing her best to accommodate us both. I quickly obeyed, lying on my stomach, my head resting against a pillow. I cried out in surprise when I felt a slap on my ass. She slapped me again, and I felt the stinging ripple through my body. I moaned in pleasure. Patricia grabbed another fistful of my hair and pulled until I was on my hands and knees with my.