You’re right that you don’t have to tell me not to mention it on the news. It would make some great headlines, but I know I’d lose your trust if...I did something that stupid and hurtful. I’ll report all the good things, keep the personal things to myself, and consult you on anything I’m unsure about. If you and Steve do personal stuff in public, you’re fair game, but anything done in the privacy of your room will not be mentioned.’ ‘In public? You and Steve don’t plan on doing it in the Eiffel. My wife moaned very loudly and creamed herself yet again as she felt my mouth exploring her backside, rimming her with abandon. She really did have such a tasty asshole, a fine rosebud that just begged to be tickled by my tongue. If she was going to rim me like this, unashamedly, like it was a honeypot or honey jar, then I would be damned if I didn’t do the same for her. After all, her ass was a lot yummier than mine.“Oh ... damn ... oh, God! ... Stop ikke med at slikke min anus!” my wife. . did you ever do it with them?" Nah. Brian was too straight for that--or so I thought, anyway." Her ex's name tasted bitter in her mouth. "I used to smell it in the backyard though. When you were little. Heard them laughing." She shook her head. She lifted the last of the joint to her lips, inhaled and released. "I used to envy how much fun they had together. I used to think, 'Those two know love.' At the time, I told myself Brian and I just expressed it differently. Now, I'm not sure."She. I never imagined that you would feel that strongly about me.” “ What do you want to do Jeff ?”, Beth asked. I could see she was struggling emotionally, her eyes began to fill with tears. Her whole body had begin to slump, her shoulders sagging. I had a knot in my throat, I was trying to think of what to say. I said the first thing I could think of.“What about Lance ?”, I asked. She sat up startled. Her eyes looked deep into mine. Her gaze was riveting. “ Lance has never been much of a.