At that point, we decided to let Mr. Whiskers stick around for maybe a couple of days until he could find other quarters."Just for a couple of days," ... warned him.He made some weird sound. I'll bet he just called me a bad name, I thought."Damn!!" I thought, I'm old-fashioned. All I can speak is English with a few words in Chinese, Japanese. I'm pretty sure he isn't speaking any of those.My wife - the OutfitterNext morning my sweet wife has an idea."You know Hon... , all he has is what he was. She tore at her bounds but they held fast."Whoosh!" One tore at each nipple and one tore at each cheek. Her body thrashed and went limp ..sobs resounded from her depths lurching through her breast..her tears rushed from her eyes, down her cheeeks and cascaded into her breasts, their saltiness inflaming her nipples. She wailed in frenzied madness before passing out.She awoke pressed between two male bodies, their cocks pushing into and out of her cunt and her bottom in a sequential rhythm. . No. I still didn't get it. I sat back on the toilet. I worked with this fella's wife! We weren't close friends or anything, but I really didn't feel comfortable 'having' the husband of someone I knew - that was a bit 'close to home' for my liking. I'd about made up my mind to leave when I heard the sound of him standing and unzipping. Personal moral standards were suddenly in the parking bay as my curiosity overtook. His cock head made an appearance. Except, it didn't, it tried to. It tried to. We met in seventh grade. There was something about her that was different just by looking at her. We became friends. Eighth grade came. I asked my friend to tell her to say I liked her for me…“She said she’ll think about it,” My friend said.I wasn’t dumb. That meant no. I was used to rejection. At the end of eighth grade, I wanted to say goodbye to Amber due to the fact we were going to different high schools.“So, you know, after today, I might not see you again. You might not see me again…” I.