I shrugged nonchalantly. Just a&hellip,friend, Oh sure, its probably a girlfriend. She teased me, then shut the door and walked away giggling. I scoff...d at her. Boy was she more right than she knew. It was later that day, about eight oclock. We had just finished a great meal of roast beef and other great stuff and my stomach was filled and I was in a pretty good mood (again). Everyone sat down on the couch to watch some TV and I turned on some Family Guy. We were all laughing but halfway. "Tea or Coffee," Peter asked."Tea," I mumble as I wiggle and grunt, trying to register where I was. Finally smiling I utter, "God, I feel fucked!" Peter just laughed as he quickly slipped on a pair of trackers before making his way towards the kitchen.Suddenly the sound of falling books or boxes along with the sharp cry of, ”Fuck it….Sorry,” came from the adjoining room.“Who’s the noisy bastard next door?” I asked as Peter returned with a tea tray full of goodies.“That’s Colin…you’ll like him,”. Let’s examine your breasts”She did as requested. The gown, tied midway down the back, clung low on her hips, exposing everything above a line five or six inches below her belly button.He stood almost in front of her, but I still had a perfect view to watch him fondle my wife’s tits.“Raise your right arm over your head.”She knew the drill. He lifted her right boob with his fingers and let it drop. He pressed on the sides, underneath and on the sloping top, probing everywhere. He used his middle. He said, “Babyji, the hook of the necklace is falling off. Let me help. I’ll put it back again.”He leaned over in putting up the necklace again. I could feel his breath over my shoulders. I was never this close to any man before. He slowly moved his hands to my shoulders from the back of my neck.He whispered while maintaining an eye contact, “Babyji, I know where I can eat and satisfy the hunger that will give me the energy to drive back. Shall I go ahead and eat?”By this time, I was not in.