She just took off her shirt and shorts leaving her black lace front hook bra and black lace panties on and started to make her way slowly into the hot...tub with us. As she was joining us, Steven moved over and sat beside me in the seat and my wife sat on the other seat, one on each side of me. We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn’t say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was. By profession he was a roofer and I had seen him in his working outfit; that is no shirt and pretty beat up jeans showing his tanned hard body. The day came for John to show up and I invited him in my apartment. It was well past the dinner time and I did not even bother to ask and just assumed that he must have taken dinner before showing up at my place. We just sat together for a while after I had shown him the apartment and the sofa; he was supposed to be spending night on and provided him. You wanna make me the bad guy or set rules, forget it. You don’t own me, not on any level,” I said. I wasn’t being nice.“Look, John, I’m sorry. My bad. Okay?” she said. She picked up my crutch and handed it back to me. I took it from her and used it to try and get up and was finally successful in that effort.I turned back to our table and retook my seat.“I’m sorry,” she said again.“What do you want Victoria. You dumped me for money. You’re happy. You’ve got the children, one of which used to be. But HE had ALWAYS had a T-shirt and shorts on. Never in his underwear. The first time she had seen him naked was one night when he and Mom had finished fucking, he had gone to the bathroom for a wet towel to give Mom, and she had seen him when he came out. He had the light in the bathroom on. She was surprised at how BIG he was.When she had stepped into the shower, he wasn't so big. He was only a little bit larger than Dave. But not a lot. The biggest she had seen on any of the men was Mike. He.