Well,the drinks were flowing and I lost track of time as we discussed last week'sgames. I saw my wife dancing a few times with a couple of guys and sh... seemedto be having a good time. Occasionally she seemed to be having too good a timeas I saw a few guys "accidentally" rub her ass while slow dancing. The dancingwas not unusual, as I do not care to dance and she often dances with other guysbecause she does enjoy it so much, but the ass rubbing is another story!After a few hours I was feeling no. Jennifer's climax startled me, the intensity I believed impossible as this beautiful tender woman before me suddenly screamed out my name in absolute ecstasy as I had screamed Mark's name years ago. Her body went rigid, cunt muscles and cervix desperately seeking something to close onto which I filled by driving two of my long fingers as far inside as I could, actually pushing her furry little mound upwards towards her, making her appear swollen.I could actually feel her labia closing on my. They reminded her of the joke, ‘Enough about me! Let’s talk about you…what do YOU think about me?’ Maurice was the total opposite. He didn’t talk about himself at all. It wasn’t that he was being secretive… he readily answered every question she asked him, but he always brought the conversation back to her. She even let down her guard enough to talk about her strained relationship with her father, telling him how her father was so disappointed that she was born a girl, and that no matter what. "Hi," she said, "I'm Jan and this is my room mate Wendy and she had this headache that just won't quit." Hi," he said his voice low and would have been sexy if I had been in the mood. "Do you want me to do something about it?" Yes please," said Jan before I could say no."Perhaps we should go somewhere quieter," he offered.One of the last things I wanted to do right now was to be alone with this guy, but again Jan spoke for me."That would be great," she said.I suppose he wasn't a bad looking guy.