After the incident between my new-found friend and myself in the quiet room, we quickly made plans to leave the party, but one at a time. We knew that...we were probably obvious but you get into these things and imagine that it might be better not to grab each other and run out of the place. He told me his address and it was close and so he left and I talked with someone else for a few minutes (in agony!) and then left to walk the few blocks to his house. When I got to the house the lights were. Continuing to bore through the increasingly tedious email, a knock came on her office door. Looking up, she saw one of the regular delivery guys come in with some more supplies. Unlike the other preened-to-perfection males she attracted (yet detested), Tony was very much an average looking guy. He had brown, unruly hair and dark stubble on his jaw. He was vaguely attractive, giving the impression that he was much more good-looking in his youth. Standard figure for his age, he was in his late. "Not wrong, just honest." But how do you handle it?" Because I handle it." But how?" Does it really matter?" Yes!"John pressed his hands together and gestured with them as if asking me for patience. He waited an extra beat and gave me a sincere, but serious, look. "Do you think that you should be okay with your girlfriends having sex with other men?"I frowned, scrutinized his question for some hidden meaning, and replied cautiously, "Yes..."John's stared at me a little harder. "Why?" Because. After some time, I kept my hand on her stomach. I was slowly moving my hands towards her boobs and started pressing them softly. To my surprise, her nipples were already hard and this made me horny. I kept playing with her boobs twisting, flicking and pinching her nipples for about 10-15 minutes. As her face was very close to mine, I could feel her breath.As I was playing with her boobs, I gently kissed her on her forehead. I stopped for a second and we both made eye contact for the first time.