She asked if we could have phone sex, I was all for this as we would be in personal contact. We exchanged cell phone numbers, and arranged to text eac... other before phoning. The big day arrived we arranged a time, I couldn't wait. I kept thinking that my clocks had stopped, my wife was away for the weekend. Then my cell phone rang, it was her.I asked her what she was wearing, my black party dress, white thong, and black fishnet stockings. Instant lust, we talked for what seemed hours. We. Then there was Han, a big Asian dude. She didn’t catch where we has going to school. Finally there was Jamal, a mixed African American guy from USC.It wasn’t really a party, just a few old friends hanging out. They all seemed to be more interested in talking about their first year at college and comparing notes. Only Han went greek, and the others were giving him crap about it. Jamal was getting kind of close and friendly, which was making her even more nervous than the others. She turned down. She began to caress her own tits, teasing me by sliding her satin bra straps down from her shoulders and off to the side. “You want to help me get this off?””“Absolutely” I said as I stepped close to her. I leaned in close enough to kiss her on the lips as my hands found their way around her back to her bra. I let my hands caress her bra strap for a minute, and even slid them around front to feel her beautiful tits beneath the satin material of her bra cups. Then I unhooked her bra, let it. “Abigail, I just don’t know. I feel so sorry for the guy. I mean his face! It’s awful. But...” he said.“But?” she said.“Abby, I do not want to give up my position, whatever it is, with the girls. Sam being around from time to time is fine. I’ve got no problem with that. But to officially and meaningfully give up being their father, really their only father, well, I just don’t know,” he said. “I know what you promised your dad, but...”“Oh boy, that is going to be a problem, Owen. The man came to.