.. So the following Thursday evening we went out barhopping. I tried to make it look like I was drinking hard; I wasted alot of beer and money that ni...ht, but I hoped it would be worth it. After calling it a night (though it was really early morning), we headed home, Jill at the wheel. Hey, what the hell, I thought, and pretended to pass out in the car. Sure enough, after calling my name 5 or 6 times and after giving me a few not so gentle pokes in the ribs, her hand was at my crotch. She. With that being the case, I looked inside the men’s room and there were only a few men at the urinals. Since my wife had to go real bad, I asked the guys if they would mind if my wife used one of the stalls. That was not a problem. As I looked around, there was nothing modern about this run-down men’s room. The urinals were the old style, side-by-side and down to the floor, and the walls of three stalls were thin plywood. But they were all full so Vicki had to wait. > > > > > The stall door in. " Well, I can't go with you to see Jasmine so why don't you send me to Samantha and I'll work with her while you talk to Jasmine? I'll get Sam's stuff organized for you so you can get started; I'll have her give me visuals on them. That should make it easier for you to bridge them." That's actually a good idea. It would certainly save time. You'll behave yourself with Sam right?"She grinned, "No promises; don't get me wrong, I'll try, but I think if she has me all to herself she may want... ,. "He charmed his way into Mom's panties, knickers, she called them, and then left her in the family way without even a phone number to reach him. He screwed four other men's wives, too, but it always turned out okay for him, didn't it? Mom at least was a widow, but he used her loneliness and pretended to love her. That was what hurt. Not that he used her for sex. Nothing wrong with that. She would have been fine with that. She had needs, after all. It was that he made her love again, so soon.