‘That is, if everyone’s up for it.’There was a general chorus of agreement. Roseanne shyly accepted the iced tea Delilah passed to her, feeling ...ervous, but excited. Her legs were pretzelled into a cross-legged sitting position, and Benji was sitting close enough that her knee was touching his thigh. It made her feel all warm where they touched. He probably didn’t care, or didn’t notice—most likely, it was unintentional, and didn’t mean anything. She was no Maisy, after all, even if he did find. But, how would I know? How could I ask her?As we move toward the washer and dryer I heard her ask if I could help her with something as well. I turned and looked to see her standing with her legs crossed again. 'Sure,' I responded. I didn't have a reason not to. She held out the newspaper and container and had a sly but pleading look on her face. OMG! Is she hot. If we younger and single, I'd get in such big trouble. I'd be chasing her around and embarrassing myself, ruining our family. Vlad had seemingly disappeared. And then I got an invite to Vlad's next opening. But it was in D.C.! He had scribbled a personal message on the invite—"You gotta come to the opening—it's really deep shit, this time." Apparently the National Endowment for the Arts was providing the funding.I looked on the card for the gallery name and address—there wasn't any. The card simply instructed me to be at the Rosslyn Metro station at 8 PM on the date of the opening. Curioser and curioser, I thought.. He looks over at me and asks if its ok"you comfortable getting it out in front of me?" i can see you have a good hard on there?" "no problem trust me" he reply's "be my guest" at this point out of the corner o my eye i can see that my wife has sat down opened her legs and she is playing with her pussy all the time looking at the bulge in his jeans.He stands up and proceeds to drop his jeans and boxers to expose a monster nine or ten inch cock the gasp from my wife when she sees it is more like.