"It's fine, I don't mind!" Sarah smiled picking up her bag of things and walking back towards the doorway where Carl was standing. Carl didn't move bu... met her gaze eye to eye for a moment."What?" Sarah half laughed."You don't want to know!" Carl replied before moving so she could pass.Sarah didn't move and grinned "No, come on you have something on your mind. Just say it" Just some very inappropriate thoughts! That's all!" Carl simplified.Sarah was loving the attention and always the flirt.. . I'm not complaining, it's not like that, but... I feel... a bit..." Unsure?" No. Definitely not that." Scared?" No... well yes, but..." Horny?" Sho!" Sorry... go on." I... I feel like, I don't know... like Bart Simpson just died, or something." She giggled, which did even more interesting things to her nipples, and she clamped her legs together tight — she couldn't believe she was ready to go again so soon."Bart Simpson just died?" she finally managed."Bart Simpson's been what, eight, nine,. Something rather odd? The envelope folded inside was signed by Robert and the outer folder by both him and Elizabeth, countersigned by me and another witness.It simply stated that the enclosed envelope had been sealed in the presence of them both fifteen years ago. It also noted that it was only to be opened in the presence of the said Robert Whitehead and his third wife. There was an addition, in my hand, initialled by the two of them, allowing that Robert's third wife might be merely. I saw them out and when I came back around back there she was in Greg's lap and this time there was actually a line of guys standing waiting their turn . I didn't know what to do. I thought none ofher buddies knew I knew she was cuckolding me. Well they didn't mind that I was there and my wife sure as Hell didn't care. When Greg came in her she stoodup, adjust her skirt and top while the next guy took Greg's seat. Then she would turn facing her new hardon and pull her skirt up just high enough.