She picked it up and dunked itin the tub, then leaned over me with a heaped spoonful of yoghurt. "Openup, darling," she crooned in her most syrupy bab... voice. "Aunty Alisonhas some yum-yums for you."I opened my lips wide and let her slip the plastic spoon into my mouth,then clamped my lips around it to suck off the contents. Strawberryyoghurt isn't my favourite food, but I was ravenous. I tried to ignorethe giggles of the fascinated girls as they watched my cousin spoon-feedme my lunch like I. Even they smiled. She was a very pleasant kind of chick, not too forward, a little naive and obviously flushed with excitement because she was being seen with him.Nancy was floaty with joy! She felt full of bubbles, as though she was walking on air! She was with the most eligible man in town, he was good looking and smooth and totally right for her! Of course he was older than she was, probably around twenty-eight, but that did not matter to her, not one little bit!They sat in opposite sides of. The man was talking to her, I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Britt was looking down toward the ground. I pulled up in front of her car and she looked up and saw me. Her mouth flew open as she said, ‘Peter, what are you doing here?’ She quickly let go of the man’s hands. He looked very nervous when he saw me. My first thought was to jump out and confront the fellow who was holding my wife’s hand. I was totally out of it and wasn’t sure what to do. ‘I came to apologize to you and ask your. How could any husband, they will say, ever willingly allow another man to have sex with his wife, let alone give them his permission to make a baby together? It's a valid question, but the answer to it, I fear, would be nearly impossible to explain that (in terms that many would understand).But let me say here that as I stood looking at Mara and Omar in our hotel room, it was abundantly obvious that my wife very much wanted to go to bed with Omar (and make a baby with him)! At the same time, I.