Has your wife been faithful? Sam.(Camera pans to Sam and Rita.)Sam (Smiling.): Of course. We have only been married a month.BZZZZZZ (A buzzer sounds.)...eter: I'm sorry Sam, that is not how your wife answered. Sam: Rita, Darling, this can't be true. Who is this worthless bastard anyway? I'll kill him.Rita: John.Sam: John? My brother John? That motherfucker, I'll kill him!Rita: Look, if you were home once in a while and not at the bar every night!(Camera pans back to Peter, the host.)Peter: OK. With each time, going deeper and deeper. I felt her muscles clench and release. I felt her body shiver and shake. Waves of passion rolling through her into my mouth. I parted her soft ass. Her hole puckering. I leaned my mouth in and slowly kissed her asshole. She threw her head back gasping as the mixture of her fluids and my saliva ran down her legs. She was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I sucked her asshole slowly as I pressed my fingers into her pussy. She was burning inside.. So, when her and I went down to the local dance studio and enrolled ourselves in ballroom dance classes, I did have my misgivings. In the back of my mind I somehow thought this was only going to end up with me making a huge fool of myself. I was always fairly athletic, but dancing was something that just never seemed to come natural. Perhaps because my heart was never truly into it. Then again, maybe if I had a partner dressed like those ballroom dancers you see on television it might be a. ‘I know exactly how you feel. I thought the service would go on forever.’ I smiled back, then turned deftly and took up two champagne glasses from a passing waiter and hand one to Cheyenne. I linked my fingers intimately with hers and steered her toward the head table where her three best friends, my best friend, my brother, his brother’s wife and their four year old daughter who was also the flower girl where seated already. As soon as we sat down at the table my idiot brother got up from.