It was not really pitch black, we were still within range of the faint light coming from the clock on the stove. And I had anticipated the stop but I ...as playing my roll. I made the bump count. “Cotton?, that’s your name isn’t it?” she whispered as she turned toward me. Unlike Mrs. P, Wendy’s hairline was even with mine and unlike Mrs. P’s dark porch I could make out the large frame and flowing dress of her stand in. She could even see my nod but I stuck to the script and answered, “yes, it’s. The clasp took a bit of work and my fingers were vibrating with excitement. When it came loose I didnt let the straps go. I moved them foreword and in one quick motion I pressed ever so gently at the sides of her huge swollen tits. She let out a sigh and moved back to touch her ass against me. It was all too much. By now I was 16 and still a frustrated virgin. I dropped my hands around her waist and pulled her into me. I ground my cock into her. Her hands reached around my ass and held me. .more than numerous--an unbelievable number of--times, andstill have been spared. Be forewarned: the confidence that can set inafter such a run may inevitably become your worst enemy. You becomemore complacent the more you surf; then, when you least expectit...well, to quote the Beatles, "Ob-la-di, ob-la-dah, life goes on,BRA..." And remember the fate of the hero of the song: "Desmond staysat home and does his pretty face..."(Lyrics Copyright 1968 Northern Songs Ltd.)All I can say is, the Fab. I made reservations for the next 2 nights.After supper I poured Kara and I a big glass of wine. I told Kara about the nice hotel and we were within walking distance of the pool hall.We could have a few drinks without having to worry about driving I told her.Kara was feeling a little better about herself when we went to be bed. She was a little more relax after the glass of wine. But I can see she had a thought that won’t let go.“Would you let your wife sleep with another man?”Do you think.