Walking home after the meal we held hands it felt so natural being with Karen. She mentioned “do you want to return home or stay if you want too” ... replied “I want to stay” all I got was the reply “good I’m glad” when we arrived home she turned to face me and we kissed she mentioned having a shower as it was getting late although the sun had yet to set.I sat on the settee watching the sun set Karen came and sat the other end resting her legs on my lap.Using my hands I started to stroke her feet. I licked my lips. It crossed my mind that such a gesture might have made me look like a lecher, but with the heat of Trey's body hitting me like a kick in the groin, I couldn't help it. I was melting. I was so wet with perspiration, spit, and sperm that I felt like a walking piece of butt sex.As if reading one another's thoughts, Trey and I brought our faces together until our mouths touched. It seemed I was only learning at that moment the meaning of words I had been saying in everyday. My wife was sitting awfully high on his lap and she was laughing as she leaned back into him. Frank was doing something under Krista's skirt and my wife gasped softly. Gale came to the center and asked me to remove her shoes. I took my time removing them slowly one at a time and massaging Gale's calves. When I glanced over toward my wife I noticed that Frank was openly massaging my wife's tits. It looked like she was enjoying it as she was leaning back into him, and she offered no. He did insist on writing to me. Like I said, I never saw those letters until recently," she said a bit grimly.Apparently, her mother was in the hospital for some long-term care for a broken hip. Her mother had requested something from the house, which was upstairs in the attic. That's when she ran across the letters.She asked about my life. I told her about growing up in a small town. I told her about my jobs for a janitorial service, and about learning how to invest, so I had some good.