When John got back, we accepted our crispy cold beers eagerly. I held mine to the back of my neck to cool myself down a bit. The sun was cooling now, ...ut it was still blistering hot and the air was dusty, filled with sweat and smoke from everyone around us.Inspiration obviously struck them at the same time because with boyish grins they both held their beers to my nipples to encourage them to stand erect. The condensation left wet marks on my flimsy top, making it clingy and a little. I gave her a little shove up the stairs, wanting her to walk ahead of me so I could get a good look at her ass. Good lord, I thought. Christine's nicely rounded butt-cheeks were about all that appeared to be keeping her jeans from sliding down her thighs. The jeans were so tight that I wondered how she could walk in them."Left," I said, as we got to the landing. I pulled my card key from my pocket, and when we got to my door I grabbed Christine by the shoulder and turned her, then moved closer. What did this all point to? Discussions with the advisor laid the groundwork for Greg to realize some other things about himself. His eye fordetail was actually part of a penchant he had for perfectionism which hehad been repressing. The anxiety of being a wallflower in high school andfailing in college had held Greg back from living up to his potential. Theonly sign of this underlying personality trait was the close attention heconstantly paid to his own appearance. You would never see Greg. “Babe,” I said, “I’d love to watch my sex goddess seduce a hot guy at a hotel bar, and then watch him pay you big money for those fantastic sex-toys of yours.” Vicki didn’t say a word. Instead, she started to slowly finger her pussy while she squirmed around on her seat, simulating a slow fuck. With my eyes alternating between the road and my wife, I continued. “Babe, I can picture it now... You are at a hotel bar and you just hooked a guy, and lucky for you, Babe, it’s a guy that also turns.