Laura drove toward the bridge."Now you can tell me," she whispered. "We're alone." Are you driving to your place?" Jonelle asked."Do you want me to?"J...nelle stared straight ahead, out the windshield, not answering."How long does your husband's dinner thing last?" Until ten, I think."Laura drove straight for her apartment. Jonelle had been there, though years earlier. But she recognized it. Laura didn't hurry to get out of the car.Finally she asked, "Do you want to go in?"Now Jonelle's deep. "And when you do, give him a big smile. Do it, Barbie!"Barbie saw the waiter and nervously licked his lips. He took a deep breath, sat up straight and straightened his shoulders. I don't think I can do this, Barbie thought.Barbie smiled as the waiter glanced down and nearly dropped the tray their drinks were on. The waiter mumbled his embarrassed apologies for being so clumsy and scurried away.Barbie giggled and took a sip of wine. "That was interesting." I bet we get the best service in the. You had no right to share anything like even what you say with anyone but your husband." But Nony, it wasn't really sex. I did all that in high school and it--"Barbara cut herself off before she further embarrassed herself. She wasn't used to talking with her grandmother about such things. A sardonic grin quirked Lydia's lips before she could control it."Barbara... let me put it this way. If Steve was sitting right over there..." Lydia motioned to the couch, "and this Porter guy was standing. Vishal looked my husband over and, again, I could clearly that he liked what he saw. My husband is a lanky, rugged sort, hard bodied and smooth. He’s a stuntmen, and has the sort of rough-hewn masculine looks that many women like, and most gay men drool over.Vishal set up the massage table and had Rohit get up on it on his stomach. Rohit still had his swim trunks on, but I casually pulled them off, much to my husband’s surprise. He turned around, trying to protest, but I shut him up with a big.