He even thought he could perceive something on the ground at a distance; he ventured to call, and it seemed to him that the wind wafted back an almost...inarticulate sigh. At last the half-hour struck. It was impossible to wait longer, his temples throbbed violently, his eyes were growing dim; he passed one leg over the wall, and in a moment leaped down on the other side. He was on Villefort's premises--had arrived there by scaling the wall. What might be the consequences? However, he had not. She was leaned against me, her hand over my crotch. We weren’t pawing at each other, just enjoying the physical contact.The movie wasn’t holding my attention and I started thinking about something I had been wanting to try, and asked Karen come to the kitchen with me.“Honey, have you ever fucked a guy?”Laughing she replied, “No, why do you ask?”“I like it when you finger and play with my butt, and I’ve been thinking about you fucking me with a strap-on. Does that sound strange?”Karen looked. She was a very down to earth young lady.Since it was still early, I decided to go back to bed and sleep a little. Megan and Sara were still cuddled up together, sound asleep. I slid back into bed and patted Sara on the back, and she immediately rolled over, whimpering in her sleep, and latched onto me again, hugging me tightly. Poor little girl; I just hoped she wasn't majorly traumatized by all this.I slept for another couple hours, until Megan and Sara woke me up, trying to not wake me up. I. She smiled as the door bell sounded. What I found out later on was. She had thought about being shared after I had mentioned it a couple of years later but did not want to tell me she may have a thing for younger guys. Also. She had no desire to look for or be with strange men. Anyways.. Michael was helping us hang drywall... Sandy's nipples were poking through that white tank top and her cut off shorts were wonderfully riding up her little ass and crotch. My wife rarely wears underwear. Lol..