I let down her long blond hair from her ponytail. We took off each other’s clothes while making out like teenagers. When only the underwear was left...I lifted her up. She let out that adorable giggle again and kissed me while I was laying her down on the “bed” (It was more of a bench with pillows on it.) I was laying over her and kissed her neck. I went down to her boobs. Then her stomach. When I got to the panties gave her a little kiss through the cloth. She let out a tiny moan. I kissed her. Sue then told me to lie on the bed so my wife could ride my cock at the same time. I was soon lying there with my wife mounting me. They slowly rode our cocks and Sue asked my wife if she could play with her breasts. My wife was unsure but was soon relaxed as Mary cupped the nearest breast to her. Gary and I could both watch our wife’s tits bouncing as they rode us. Sue then stopped and leant towards my wife. It looked like she was kissing her ear but she was whispering to my wife. My wife. "That's why it's just a very rough outline. I don't know how things are going to turn out yet. Does he get his memory back? Are there ... complications? Does he live happily ever after?" Complications," said Mitch softly. "Such as the hit and run accident?"Kris paused a fraction of a second longer than he felt like he should have, but he had to work up the courage to speak."Yeah. I mean ... what would happen to a guy in that situation?" You mean a guy who can remember that he hit somebody, but. "Thanks," I said."No problem," said Frenchy, sounding quite happy. He trotted back off to his own assignment, leaving me just a little bewildered.The next afternoon, in the bus on the way back to Florida, I was sporting a bandaged forehead and a black eye. Everybody seemed to be considering it an honorable badge, but I certainly didn't. It hurt like hell.The oddest part of the whole incident was how Frenchy loved to tell the story of how I had acquired my shiner. His embellishments each time.