M. I still had a ton of math left to do. I was stumped.I just didn't understand the concepts behind all of the algebraic formulas.Mikaela knocked on m... door and asked if she could come in."Sure", I answered.She walked in and said, "I asked Mom before she went to bed if I could help you study. She said she'd be happy if I would help you"."So would I", I answered.My cock stirred at the sound of my sister's voice.Much to my disappointment she was wearing a floppy old housecoat that totally. ESPECIALLY this thing called the lifestyle.One couple we met,had a boat,and we went out on the lake.Both of our wives were exhibitionists, and they would flash us or change their clothes from their shorts and blouses to thei bikins as if it were the most natural thing in the world.Out on the lake, we took time to get to know each other,and over time,both wives had basically "swapped" us husbands for the day,we were kissing and holding hands and holding each others wives,with them also getting. There was also the fact that no one showed up for our meet. It was obvious the Russians had figured out where Renata was, and used the fact that I was off at a meeting with the Feds to go after her. But why would their person inside the Marshal’s service shut down my meet? Maybe they didn’t want other agencies brought into this. It still seemed like a weird play.I dialed Robles number and waited. I was surprised when a voice I didn’t know answered.“Taylor,” the voice said.Meaning they were. They looked into each other's eyes. Kathy closed hers and Pat leaned in and kissed her lips in the gentlest way that I almost came right then. I saw my wife's nipples harden beneath her blouse. Kathy placed her hands, one on each side of Pat's cheeks like she was holding a fragile Faberge egg, and returned the kiss. This initiated several minutes of deeper and deeper kisses that culminated in some excellent "Frenching" with feverous tongue oral exploration.My wife began to nibble on Pat's neck.