Very much.”I looked from one to the other.“My answer is `Yes,’ Sara, Roberta.”I held up my hand when the two began to thank me.“With two con...itions. First, Sara, you are responsible for Roberta, here in the house and outside in school or wherever else she goes. Roberta, I expect responsible behavior from you.“Second, Roberta, you will enroll in school immediately and graduate and do well enough to be admitted to university when you finish. If you need remedial work or to repeat a year of high. Joey got the hint that the festivities were probably over, so he started making small talk as he was putting on his clothes. He said we should do it again sometime. My wife’s response stung the hell out of me. She said in her most sultry voice, “Oh yes. Definitely we’ll do this again.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. He reached out to shake my hand, and I felt like I was paralyzed. I couldn’t lift my hand up even though I wanted to shake his hand. He patted me on the shoulder,. Her kiss was sending waves of burning energy beneath my skin, reaching every cell in my body. I couldn’t help but groan. She moved even lower, first kissing, then sucking my balls. This was happening to me for the first time, and it was much stronger than the blast that gave me the scars. I howled wildly. Her torture “was” working now. Knowing it, she kept sucking my balls strongly, which gave me pain and pleasure at the same time. Her right hand was on my cock, slowly rubbing it. But she was. I just gave her a brief little smile as I opened my hand and squeezed her thigh. She did not react nor did she pull away. I alternated between just letting my hand rest on her leg and gently giving massaging squeezes. Seeing her remain so composed, I decided to ramp things up a little more. Knowing she preferred thigh-high hosiery rather than pantyhose, I slid my hand further up her leg pushing her skirt up until I found bare skin. At that point I started tenderly scraping across her thigh.