. I may, with God's help, but I will never get past it.Oh, my name is Brad, but my friends all call me 'Bud.' The sperm donor of my daughter is named ...ohn, but I guess my lying, cheating wife called him 'Jo.' How cleaver to swap names in her story, no one who knew us casually would ever guess... Right!She hid our identity so well; I suppose that's why dozens of anonymous 'friends' mailed it, or its link on an erotic story site to me. I don't suppose there's a good way to find out your wife. Amy , eventually throws this curve ball into the conversation. Challenging the 3 girls to go skinny dipping, 
Saying “ if I was a teenage girl at a pool party drinking all night I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to go skinny dipping , come on how often do you get to skinny dip in a awesome pool. “ The girls all responding in the same way . Looking at each other and saying “ I’ll do it if you do it” after a few more words of encouragement from Mom, Sarah reaches under the water and pulls off. He slides his fingers into his mouth. The same fingers he had forced inside me just seconds before. He licks them, sucking my juices off of them, gives me a devilish grin and tells me I taste really good. The elevator doors open, once again he wraps my hand in his and leads my down the hall. Beep, beep…his key in the door…no turning back now.We walk into the room. I turn to face him, put my hand on his chest, push his back against the wall and drop to my knees. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his. The four of them were sitting at the table when the lights dimmed. The band began to play a medley of slow songs. Thomas took Amy's hand and led her to the dance floor. Rodney looked uncomfortable as he sat next to Elaina, unsure if he should ask her to dance.She ended his indecision by taking his hand and pulling him to the floor.Amy snuggled into Thomas as they slow danced around the room. Amy didn't realize it but Thomas was slowly leading her to a dark corner. She had her head on his.