Why I call her bitch is, although life is to enjoy but after commitment faithfulness is imp too.Being in relationship we should not hurt the sentiment... of the other person.Continuing to do which is called bitchness.She is a girl who doesn’t care the shit about anything. Even her parents got to know her pregnancy (with some other guy) which they wanted to get rid off. After she did they continued to live as if nothing happened. Also after this, she continued her flirting and bitching spree.After. .I was now feeling totally buzzed...Finally he said...."so you gonna let me see her?"We walked up stairs and I turned the lights on but dimmed. He just stared and he jaw dropped open...fuck she is hot as hell...He walked over and rolled her over to look at her face...Cute little white bitch...Then he felt her breasts and fingered her cunt....NICE! tight!! I brought some good lube....I nervously put a condom on the bed....he looked at it and said that he would break one of those...he pulled. Waves of pleasure filled them. Better stop this, I thought, before he comes back in and sees me playing with myself. That would never do. I lifted my head and looked through the frosted glass door. Seeing no shapes outside the door, I slid one hand down between my legs and cupped my pussy through the gown, letting my middle finger press gently but firmly into my slit. My breathing had picked up--a lot-- and I could tell that my face was growing red from my arousal. It felt so good, my touching. I saw Julia and Jennifer coming out of the cloakroom and joining the party. Julia had nothing else than a black fishnet body stocking with black patent thigh highs, her long blond hair in pigtails. My wife Jennifer, was wearing the corset / garter belt I offered her a couple of years before with black stockings, stiletto high heels, a choker necklace, long black nylon gloves and her beautiful hair in a pony tail.They were a few feet from each other and men were circling both of them. Two guys.