" Sounds good to me," Gilson answered with supreme confidence, grinning nastily as Chad rose to face him. "I don't need nothing but my fists to pound ...hubby, here into chopped liver."They faced each other inside a loose ring of men. Lean and muscular, Gilson stood a full head taller than his opponent and was probably ten or fifteen years older. As he pulled his shirt off, Chad was the picture of blocky strength, the sun glinting in yellow highlights off the sweatstreaked black skin of his arms. I couldn’t resist, I slid my hand up her left thigh to just under the bottom of her shorts.A month ago we had masturbated each other off – see previous blog post – but I guess she was surprised.She says “Oh my God, what are you doing?” and I said “You turned me on being so close together in your bedroom and walking around in those shorts”I moved my hand further up inside her shorts and squeezed her ass.“Come down” I said. She said” ****** is in her room” I said “I know, but she didn’t come out. If things are gonna get better, I think it’s just one of those things that we’ve just got to wait for time to fix."But I think if you start worrying about finding a way to make up for it, you’ll probably just drive yourself crazy worrying about something we can’t change, and it’ll never get any better,” Paul suggested.For the first time in ages, Paul removed his hand from her boob. He gently caressed the side of her ribs in a comforting gesture, as he had done earlier.Silence flooded the room. She was understanding but added, "Please leave some celebration for me."Tyson and I stayed in the bar longer than I had planned. We talked a lot but drank little. Eventually I looked at my watch and was shocked to see that it was almost 11.30pm. "Oh shit", I exclaimed, "I've got to get home or Renee will think I'm dead." As I had driven Tyson to the bar, I felt obliged to drive him home. He said it didn't really matter but I insisted, I just asked that he come with me to my home first so I.