Well, I'm not going to do that. I mean really, our meeting was over two decades ago. How stale is that for news? And as for our sex life, it's none of...your business, except I will say that I've always been pretty darned satisfied. I hope she has been too.Sharon is no Greek Goddess. She doesn't have long blonde hair and a killer body and legs that go on forever. She's a bit short and she's put on some weight over the years and if you look closely you can see the stretch marks from the three kids. I crept up on the gazebo and peered inside."Huh! Huh! Huh!"It was gloomy inside the gazebo but I could see well enough now that I had my night vision.My sister Shelly was leaning over the balustrade; her bridesmaid dress was hiked up and her ass was sticking out. Her white satin panties were draped around one ankle, they contrasted nicely with the black stockings which encased her long legs. Her legs were spread and the young man she had been kissing in the garden earlier was behind her. Layla was again number 4 and she came bouncing out, full of energy again, and within seconds of the music starting she’d ripped the whole T-shirt off revealing her to be totally naked.Unsurprisingly, the cheers were deafening, but Layla still had a few minutes before her time was up and she spent it by seductively playing with her nipples, slapping her butt when she turned her back to the audience and spread her legs. She lightly ran a finger along her slit then dropped to her spread knees. I have something to show you.” My heart skipped with giddiness and you took my hand and squeezed it.In the office, it was dark with 1970’s type wood paneling. The desk was in the middle of the room with two worn arm chairs in the front of it. She led us into the office and once we entered she closed the door behind us and I heard her slide the lock. She moved around the desk and leaned forward on the desk. “Chuck, I’m going to satisfy your girl and I don’t want you to be any part of it. You can.