The bar was already filing up by the time I got there, and John and Maryanne had settled in and were sitting at the bar. It seemed many of the men wer... standing near where they were sitting, and a few of them were striking up conversations with both of them. I joined the group in time to hear one of the men ask John if he could ask his “wife” to dance. Without waiting for John to explain that they were not married and to point me out as her husband, Maryanne slid off the stool and said she’d. Unlike the other guys, I never got horny and frustrated. My schoolwork improved. I even went out on a few casual dates with girls my own age. I never pressed them to hard to put out, and most seemed to appreciate that. I had a steady after a while and fingered her to little climaxes. Soon I had persuaded her to help me out too, and she would give me a handjob whenever I asked. It was all kind of cute and innocent. Sometimes we would talk about "going all the way," but I never pressured. ” I said this out loud while hitting the palm hard on the mirror. “No wonder Raj didn’t talk or eat sufficiently. His attention was elsewhere. Well, the food was delicious, he deserve the peek.”I said convincing myself to get over the uncomfortable feeling.This wasn’t it, the next few encounters got weirder. I have small but my own room where I can have my privacy. Since I have a habit of pleasuring myself to sleep, I wear loose clothes shirt-pant. Next morning, Raj came in my room to wake me. My wife tugs at my pants, so I lift my ass off the couch and my pants are pulled down to my ankles and off for me. The Chair Girl is sucking her partner's cock and turns to look at us on the couch and smiles. I make eye contact with her and she play growls before deepthroating her partner's cock again. I feel Larisa fidgeting a little and when I look over to her, her shirt is already off and she's unclasping her bra. I am still not looking to my right, still afraid that acknowledging Linda will.