‘Jack,’ I said. ‘You, my man, are a fucking certified genius. I don’t care if you are flunking Algebra again.’ ‘Dude, that is so not my fa...lt.’ Jack grumbled. ‘If the old bat wouldn’t assign a hundred and fifty fucking problems…’ But, I wasn’t listening. My great-great-great grandfather had homesteaded the land my family still farmed. Which meant, at the time, that he was required to build a house out there. More of a shack really by more modern standards. It was small, just one room I couldn’t. So I boarded the plane and left. But now 5 years later I still think of him often. We have kept in touch and I know that he has been with other women but I still love him. One day out of the blue he called me and told me he would be coming into Hong Kong for business and would I like to see him. I jumped at the chance seeing how I hadn’t been laid in 5 years. But also because I did want to see him. He told me he would be coming in Wednesday and could I pick him up. I told him of course and then. Judy was somewhere in the middle, body type and age too. Us guys, well, we were just guys.Slowly, but with plenty of noise, the game proceeded until Lisa had to remove her blouse. Her bra was busting with her size D breasts and all eyes especially Mark's and her brother Terry were staring."Stop staring," said Kathy sternly, who was also by now sitting in just her underwear.The game continued with things evening out, then came the first big moment."Shit," gasped Kathy, who threw down her pair of. Only he didn’t like to go down there, you know, to my womanhood, not the way Dan did. I pitied the lady – no, make that slut, who my cheating husband was screwing. That girl would not walk away bowlegged like when Dan, my teen lover had made ravaging sex to his nubile girlfriend. Me. I wondered briefly if my young brother-in-law was as big between his legs as my first boyfriend had been.Yes, I have proof now of my hubby’s infidelity. When Mr. ‘screw more days.