There is nothing more caring lovers can do for each other than using a warm, wet cloth after sex. Or desert."OK you lazy bum. What are you gonna do, l...y there all day?" She was pulling me off the bed by my arm. When I stood up, she said "God, put some clothes on. You look disgusting." I picked up my shorts and put them on. I wish she'd make up her mind.In the meantime, she'd lain down on the bed. She'd had the grace to take off her bunny slippers. "You need desert, too. Can't have a big, tall. The next morning the fear spread through her, and she again ended up kneeling before the toilet. For the next couple of weeks, she dreaded going to the pharmacy and getting a pregnancy kit, but she had to know.She came home and fretted about doing it, but the way she was feeling she kind of knew something was wrong already.She finally went into the bathroom and peed on the stick.OH Fuck!That night as her husband was telling her about a couple he had heard about at work, that were into the. After that game the girls asked to change partners and they wanted to play together, Tony and I agreed and set the table up for another game. During this game the girls made sure that we saw plenty of skin and at one shot Im sure I saw Lindas puss from behind. This put Tony and me off our game and couldnt get a ball in. the girls beat us to nil and they start to laugh, then Yve said isnt it a rule that if you lose to nil you must run around the table in just your underwear. Tony and I knew. Then.... around the age of thirty-six, I started getting curious about men. At first I just touched or very briefly licked a few guys at places like the adult theater or sauna, but hadn't done much more. This particular night, however, I decided to go to a sex party at a local adult bookstore/theater/steam room. This is a monthly event that they do that draws maybe fifty men, women, and Tgirls. Between the mixed crowd, the open displays of nudity, sex and allowance of alcohol it was an.