" OK, if you think so... But please don't mention this to my wives."I assured him I wouldn't, and we let the subject lie. While waiting for the women ...o rejoin us, we sat in silence, each deep in his own thoughts.The women eventually came downstairs and joined us. The evening went on normally, as if our conversation had never occurred. Fritz' wives talked about books they'd read or plays they'd been to. Anita talked about how the renovation of the house had gone and some amusing anecdotes about. You think they could make a patch to keep us from fucking pussy?”While I was pretty much in agreement with Bill’s assessment of the vagina, I still thought there was at least one or two out there without teeth. That brought to mind the vision of an old lady without her dentures. I shook that nasty assed thought from my head.I could commiserate with my new friend. My wife dumped me a little over a year ago and I still wasn’t quite over her. Despite my loss and Tom’s opinion, I didn’t think that. The sun was shining and Paige was wearing a bath robe in the middle of a very expensive hotel room that had a view of the city. She wasn’t even a guest at the hotel. The room belonged to the naked man lying face down in the king-sized bed, half covered in the satin sheets. The guy who knew more sex positions than any man she had ever met not to mention stamina. The guy she had just screwed. It might have sounded coarse, but it couldn’t be classed as ‘making love.’ It was rough and hard and. They both had trembled as she pushed the head of his big cock into her mouth and he showed her how to suck a man off and drink his rich, warm cream.To the surprise of neither, she loved blowing him and did it often, even when he was driving the car and she was curled up on the seat beside him, his big cock stretching her mouth as she sucked, wanting to giggle if she had been able to, when he began shooting. Then he would be grunting and groaning, holding onto the wheel for dear life with both.