She very confidently said so. I said so you meant for him to see your tits. She said yes, that when he rang the doorbell I was cleaning house and had ... tank top on. I told him I'd be out in a minute then I changed into this baggy T shirt of yours. Well I have to say that your nipples are always hard I told her. I noticed then that I couldn't tell what shorts she had on under the big shirt. I lifted it to see and found my wife's shaved pussy was naked under it. I said all you had on was that. Some moment." As expected, we enter into his post-orgasmic lull. He is too sated to think about torturing me with desire. I have maybe a one hour reprieve while he rides the high I have provided. "Would you like a cognac, Sir?" "Yes, that's an excellent idea." "May I join you in drinking?" "Yes, of course." "May I pee first." "What would you do if I said no?" "Pee anyway. Probably on your side of the bed. I'm not into urination denial." "Funny. Of course you can pee. When ya gotta go, ya gotta. “Must we have dinner with those people?” he asked, suddenly wishing that he could have Grace all to himself instead.“I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to plan this dinner, so the answer is yes. But if they stay one second past three hours, feel free to get a headache so that we can shoo them away,” she teased. “Speaking of which, you were right about just needing a couple of acquisitions under your belt to keep the head pain at bay.”“I think it’s more likely that you relax me so.”“Great sex will do. " "Went to Harvard, majored in drugs and sex with every guy she could. Flunked out." "You mean fucked out." "Freaked out," some said. "She just got out of Harding; You know that rich bitch psycho ward hospital." "She's an Art major. You know what kind of people those Arty women are. Queers." "She fucked this guy, maybe even that guy." "She's a lesbian, She came on to this girl, that girl."'How was this supposed to be bad? How did the lesbo label fit with fucking lots of guys?'"Look at those.