”She was locking her eyes onto me, tilting her head to one side.“Then who’s Almira?”My mind stopped.‘Yes, who is Almira?’My thoughts shot ...n all sorts of directions.‘What was I doing here with Almira when my wife was sitting in her wheelchair at home? Guilt.’‘What do you call another man’s wife who you fuck? A friend? Your mistress? Taboo.’‘You are living a dream! Lucky boy! Lust.”‘Will you wake up soon, and crash and burn?’‘What if Almira, or Karl, called time on Our Arrangement? Insecurity.’I. I can’t believe how I feel with you,” answered Ally.Ally gasped as Gib’s fingers slid around the sides of her panties. Gib, with the experience of a professional, was careful to massage with the backs of her fingers never allowing her nails to dig into her.With Gib’s free hand, she found the side of Ally’s panties and began to move them down her thighs.“Wait,” said Ally.“It’s ok, no one will bother us,” Gib comforted.Ally kept her legs spread for a moment, confused between her desire and her. We looked at each other cautiously before I slowly turned the door knob, to find it was unlocked. I carefully opened the door, and we tiptoed inside. You could hear his distinctive accent as he was singimg along with the radio. Luckily he couldn't jear us with the music in the background.We snuck up on him, and found him in the living room with his back to us and all of his 'goodies' laid out on the floor. There must have been a dozen pairs of women's undewear there, including the black panties. Every week I find myself in the same position, on the bench legs spread wide and rubbing my pussy. One week I notice a new girl swimming, she is blonde, and has tattoos on her legs and arms and can see from the outline of her costume that she has her nipple pierced all of which I find very horny. Her tits are round and full and often threaten to spill out of her costume. I find it very distracting as I swim up and down and find myself staring at her tits every now and then. That day when I go.