She generally left usalone and just checked occasionally to see if we needed anything,about every fifteen or twenty minutes or so." The last time she ...ame in my boyfriend and I were getting prettyhot and heavy. My blouse was unbuttoned, my skirt was hiked upsome and he was fondling me pretty good. Mandy saw us, looked alittle agitated and left quickly. I got a little concerned andexcused myself after a few minutes saying I was going to therestroom. I really went to check on her. She was in her. She, with her thick, auburn, long, slightly curled hair and blue eyes, and him with his tall, rather boyish, dark good looks. (His jeans fit nicely too!)As hard as I tried to not be obvious, I was just toasted enough to have a silly grin on my face as I sipped at my 3rd white wine. (I'm not much of a drinker, can you tell?)I didn't realize it but the two of them had already fully assessed me but hadn't decided if I was gay or not.I was rambling on..."I was supposed to meet a friend here but I. Look at these boobs, no implants, they were big enough but brought up to sixteen-year old elevation. Nice, huh?"Lynn and I both allowed that they were perfect."Found a guy to do them in exchange for a weekly examination of his handiwork and a good, brisk fuck. Pretty nice and look here," as she pulled her thong down to the floor, stepped out of it and spread her stance wider."Did my pussy, too. Isn't that a perfect labia job? Don't you just want to lick them?" Is that an invitation?" my wife. Do you think you can do that?’ I nodded. ‘We will become very intimate, very intimate indeed. I will be your confessor, your counselor, the only person in the entire world you can talk to without worrying. You can get drunk with me, cry with me.’ She kissed me then. Her mouth was, one minute, distant from me and the next it covered my own. I was taken completely by surprise but she held me firm and I found myself responding. It had been a while since Sylvie had left and what with the surreal.