My marriage was hitting a rough patch too, the lifestyle was starting to get boring and I felt we were just living for the day and not putting roots d...wn, like my father had always suggested.Then one day I found out my husband had been sleeping with another local girl and for me that was the straw that broke the camels back, I packed up and went home, citing divorce proceedings, that was it, it was over and I went back home to daddy and my old room, where it all began for me.It had been almost. Following him were his two adoring wives. They thought even more of him since the encounter with the wanderers. They would reach out and touch him as they walked. One stopped to kiss him and the other had to get one in too. I noticed he was sporting a boner after that. I'm sure he planned to stay out and watch Jake. (And if you believe he was watching Jake, I've got some dry swampland in Florida you'd just love!) His wives were cute, a blonde and a red haired beauty. Both had mature boobs on. And made my prick burst.But I never thought that any of those fantasies would come true. I wasstill, even then, as I was sitting on Mr. Johnson's manly lap, with hisvirile arms embracing me, pretty sure that I didn't want them to cometrue.Fantasy is one thing. Reality quite another.But the line was blurring rapidly.I was afraid that Mr. Johnson would kiss me or grab my peener orsomething, but he didn't. All he did was hold me and comfort me. Whichwas quite nice. Except for the iron pipe I. "Would you want to show me what you learned?" We both blurted out at almost the same moment, laughing. When we stopped laughing we hugged each other. We moved silently but quickly after that, taking off all our clothes and stacking them on a chair. When we were naked, we went over to the bed and lay down. With our arms wrapped tightly around each other and our bodies pressing together very hard, we kissed each other the way we had both been kissed by our adult friends.Glen was more developed.