Secondly, they all planned on staying overnight at Jack's house when they finished and thirdly, for Jack specifically, he better get his ass home, bec...use he had to work in the morning and furthermore, he better have money in his pockets as well. Everyone burst out laughing, slapping at Jack, who already had the smallest pile of money left, probably no more than 10 bucks. He looked down, tossed his cards, and rose up, saying he had better go and maybe he would get laid if he still had a few. One of the pics was her doggie style, with her dildo in her pussy. Her toy was about eight inches it looked like and thick and in this pic, she had all of it in her pussy. The look on her face with her hole packed made me lose it and I came hard. I put the pics back, cleaned up and got ready for my Wife to come home. As the day progressed, my Wife and I worked around the house, smoked a joint and talked about our day. I wanted to tell her what had happened, but I wasn't sure how she would. Good sized breasts, I decided, made all the more impressive by well wired underwear. I suspected that vanity on her part had driven that choice; more to impress those in her workplace than to please her husband. But no matter, vanity was a malleable weakness.Her waist was not as trim as might be expected but as a modern Victorian I had ways to address that. She paused, hoping, I imagined, that I would not press her to go further. A look of bemusement was sufficient to encourage her to. I want you, Bruce. I want to be your girlfriend again. Before you say it, I know what comes with the territory, though you owning your own mother totally confirms the fact. I know that you’re a pussyhound. So what?“The fact is that, cheater though you were, you were hands down the best boyfriend I ever had. I’ll just have to accept the fact that I’m sharing you, of course, certainly at least with Melanie. I’ll do it if you will. I’ll share you with Melanie and anyone else that you like. All I.