" Her look turned stern. "Anything else happen?"Bobbie cut her off. "You wanna tell me about your date?" Bobbie's faceturned more stern.Faye smiled, r...minded of that magical evening. "Yeah. He loves you, youknow? He's better because of you. I can only imagine what everyone elseis like simply because you showed up." And..." Faye's smile evaporated. "I spoke with Justice."Bobbie paled. "What?" I asked her how long this was going to go on." Faye said as she pulledon Bobbie's Depeche Mode shirt and. We sat down again to continue watching the movie and drink more tequila. The kimonos kept riding up and Sis and Mom kept pulling them down, they would also slightly gape open revealing more breast and upper thigh, clearly Mom was not wearing any underwear at all. I was having trouble trying not to get aroused After 20 mins Mom said she had to prepare a presentation and would not be watching for much longer.I slipped out of the room and took of my boxer shorts, it felt odd and exciting as I. Why is it something we all want? we don't know; but we are sure of two things, it will feel good and it will be fun. Like I said I am no different, when I first seen the rusted blue 89 Honda pull over to the side of the road to answer the call of my outstretched arm holding a fist with the thumb extended. When I first seen the car I couldn't help but think how my luck sucked. I imagined some sixty year old pothead who looked like a burnt out Woody Allen. stiff neck, dirty eye glasses, dirty. Somebody had fucked my wife while she was passed out on the bed.I got her skirt pulled down and tried to wake her up, but it was no use. I went down stairs and found my boss and got him to help me get Rita out to our car and then I drove home. I wrestled Rita into the house, stripped her and put her to bed and then I sat in a chair next to the bed. I looked at my zonked out wife and understood why someone would want to fuck her; even passed out drunk she was more desirable than half the women.