A few minutes have passed and I think my wife was getting relax, her legs now are apart and you can see her panty without any effort. I saw the two g...ys staring at my wife and the other one even touches his dick which is getting a little hard at that point. My wife's nighties shoulder strap is also starting to drop, exposing part of her breast. The two guys are now uncomfortable and starting touch their cocks in excitement. The older guy even get down on his knees to have a better view of. Yeah, it was a little eerie and that unsettling feeling put me on edge enough to get up and look out the window.’ ‘Sensing that there was someone there, you sensed it correct and your senses, much like animal instincts, were right.’ ‘Okay, but you haven’t told me something I don’t already know and you’re still not scaring me,’ said Roger with a big cheesy grin. ‘Have you ever considered that what you experienced wasn’t a nightmare, but something real that happened to you long ago and in another. Why should I care if she's fooling around with some other woman? It isn't as if my husband were having an affair with that redheaded bitch. Well, maybe my pride is hurt, a little. I thought that Darleen loved doing it with me--not loved me, just loved doing it, there's a difference there. But maybe she likes to do it with Helen Ramsey more than with me. I wonder what Helen does to her that I don't? I don't see how she could be a better cuntsucker, certainly no more enthusiastic than I am--and I. 45pm. Rose’s heart soared when he came down the stairs wearing the suit she had bought him for Elaine’s wedding next month. Elaine was his favourite cousin and he wanted to make an impression for her. He was making that impression for Rose now too. How handsome he looked. When he handed her a single red Rose, she thought she would cry but she held herself together. “A rose for my Rose.” He said. Very corny but a lovely sentiment. “You are a charmer aren’t you.” And she squeezed his hand..