"I want to, but only if, and when, you're ready. If that's never, that's fine. I love you, and I want you to be happy. That's all that really matters ...o me."While Dick didn't know it, it was exactly the right thing to say. Denise was used to boys being pushy... used to having to fight them off. For a man to put her wishes ahead of his was something that thrilled her to the core."Thank you," she said, going up on her tiptoes to kiss him.That kiss got Denise going. Dick, of course, was already. Onkel Bob wurde am Zahltag aus irgendeinem Grund immer geil. Eines Tages, wenn sie auf dem College war und vielleicht Psychologie studierte, könnte sie den Lehrer fragen, was es mit dem Zahltag auf sich hatte, der ihren Onkel so geil machte.Nicht, dass sie etwas dagegen hatte. Für sie war er ein Schmusekater.Sie hatte ihn um ihren kleinen Finger gewickelt, seit sie etwa acht Jahre alt war. Sie reizte ihn absichtlich, nur um mit ihm weiter zu schmusen.Als sie zur Arbeit ging, zog sie ihren BH. Not worth that much.”“What’s wrong?”“Nothing. Just thinking about all of this. Would it have been better to just have gone off and been boring and predictable like you said?” I told her, looking at her face.She shrugged and smiled. “Probably have been boring and predictable.”I chuckled at that.She nudged me in the ribs and laughed. “I’m proud of you. You are a good man.”I had to smile at her. I waggled my eyebrows and asked, “And all these years I thought women didn’t want a good man.”“You are. I could see a lot of compatibility with our new friends.There was a total mixing of the two groups for the initial coupling arrangements. All the men from the second group were with women from our group, and their spouses and partners were with the men from our group.Erin and I were making out, continually escalating our physical activity with each other. At one point, I asked, "Are you concerned about Travis?"Erin nodded. "Yes. I hope he likes his partners tonight. I don't want him to be.