” Despite wanting to beg her to stay right where she stood, and to convince her that she was absolutely perfect, even while sweaty and stinky, Jasen...dropped her arms from her and let her walk away. “It’ll just be a few minutes. Uh… makes yourself comfortable, if you want.”With that she shuffled off toward the bathroom, closing the door swiftly behind her. Jasen, confused and defeated, dropped himself to the sofa. He could hear her moving about beyond the door, and it was near impossible for him. They found a little souvenir bell from a trip somebody had made to Boston, and gave that to her to ring if she needed anything.The next order of business was getting a car for the boys to go to college with. I took care of that, calling it their birthday present, the next time they had a birthday. What I got them was ten years old, but low mileage. They said I could use their room while I was taking care of their mother, and a week later they drove off to college.Cindy's reaction to all this. Various tweed, plaids, and wool mini-skirts were the only optionsopen to me. Nothing trashy mind you, all of them had a certain tastefulsexiness to them. The only exemption in skirt length was a black pencilskirt that's hem fell just below my knees. It was the only one I wasallowed to pull on.Footwear offered me no solace. The only things I could try on had heelheights of at least three and five eighths inches, with most exceedingfour. After a long session of trying on, and walking about with. Some couples left the stage as Randy and Barb danced talking for a while. Then they stopped right in front of me and Barb leaned back holding onto Randy's neck. He nudged her legs slightly apart then a little more. He moved closer and sort of squatted between her spread legs and I saw Randy’s cock head was slipping between her wet and loose pussy lips. Suddenly he gave a short hard thrust an inch or two his cock up and into my white wife’s pussy. Barb loudly announced "Randy, you cannot fuck.