They certainly seemed to be enjoying the view. Cheekily, I decided they’d had enough, and pressed my knees together. One nudged the other and they w...ispered, but I waited until they’d gone before opening my legs again. Then I saw a pretty dark-haired girl standing looking up at the National Gallery with her camera in her hand. I thought I’d spotted her walking up the steps past me a few minutes ago. That was interesting – if it was the same person, that meant she’d gone all the way down again.. But how about after all this stuff I heard here now, how about instead I finally get a few long time friends of mine that u know since u came here with me, and u know also u have cockteased a few of them to death, I have told u before they are now nuts over u and dying to fuck u, u made them that way, so with the things u have done with no problem at all doing, u should not have any problems taking care of Jeff, Tom, and Michael once and for all and she said if u want me to do that fine, but. That gmail account you keep, the one you use to arrange your fun with your girlfriends? User name is BigRichard, right? Password is King1918?"I was fucked. If he'd been in that account, then he knew all about Sara. And probably all about the last couple girls, too.Ken leaned forward, his arms on his knees. "Can't figure the wife'd be too happy about any of that, would she? Especially seeing as she's all like miss Catholic nun these days. Man, what would she think about Cindy? She used to. But I didn’t have theballs to confront her. But she pushed it in my faceanyway, in her subtle, cruel kind of way.“Well, honey, maybe I exaggerated about Peter. I thinkhe would fuck me. But last night I swear he was agentleman, baby. I swear. He didn’t touch anything, andhe didn’t even look at my body under my bathing suit.He did kind of rub my bottom, though” she recalled. Shesmiled and looked like she was stuck in a gaze.My wife acted as though nothing had.