"Yeah I fucking do. Got a problem with that?"Then I see for myself that he doesn't have a problem with it coz his jeansare proper tented. My mate's Da... has got a big fucking boner in hisjeans. He puts his hand back on my shoulder and he tells me to meet him inthe toilets in the pub across the field in five minutes. I can't believethis is happening. He goes to the pub just across the road. I almost cum inmy trackies. I'm standing there all boned up in my trackies. I'd completelyforgotten where I. When I got there the next day, the Mrs. had a new dress for me to wear. Usually I wear the plaid skirt but this one was like a very short party dress. It was emerald green, low cut back, boat neck front, bell sleeves and it came to just above my pussy, really short. She told me that when they started the luncheon she wanted two carafes half full of pee or one full one, she didn't care which. Then she wanted me to be able to provide refills at least twice during the luncheon, she thought the. I couldn’t deny I’d enjoyed watching Jill and her two new lovers last night. And for the most part, I’d watched free from the angst and worry that had become so common during her affair with Chris. But seeing the new heights the guys had taken her to, and the new sounds and responses that had assailed my brain, I’d have been a fool not to wonder if I’d not just swapped one type of danger for another, different type of danger.The rational part of my brain asked whether this danger was only less. ”“What kind of ace?”“I can’t tell you yet, it hasn’t all come together,” I replied.It was 11 PM when I showered and slipped into bed with Linda. She was sound asleep, breathing heavy and in the middle of the bed again. I snuggled up close and moved her enough that her breathing changed to something more at ease. Oh, how I wished she was one on my mates; I needed someone to hold and talk to who I could trust.With that thought I closed my eyes and went to sleep.With the morning light I headed to.