Her hand was stroking a hard penis that was attached between her legs. Her voice was deep, and it was moaning. "Janelle, I love you. Why did you have ...o die?"The voice belonged to Bob, Janelle's boyfriend. She felt her hand stroking him, and that wasn't too strange; she had touched his sex organ before, even kissed it. What was strange was the feeling of the strokes in her body. Janelle slowed the hand and moved it gently until it was stroking just the head of the penis. Then she moved it back. But nothing like this. My mind wandered even more as I approached my exit.I pulled into a liquor store close to my house. Looking at the phone for any response from Megan. It had been twenty minutes. I decided to see what she had come up with.I sent off a text to her, “What kind of wine do you want and how much?” A few moments passed.“I would expect you know what I drank after last night at the bar. You did buy me a few drinks.”I laughed, “ That is true, How many bottles you want?”“My husband. My sister had already told me that she didn’t want to watch the movie because it will just scare her. But at my insistence, she watched it.Well, now I was going to get a good beating from her. The same thing happened. She got up and started hitting me with pillows. I tried to avoid and ran into the adjoining bedroom, but she didn’t leave me. All the others were laughing at us. Once in the bedroom, I tried to dodge the pillow fight.I moved forward to take the pillow, which was on the bed, but. Once inside, my wife and I noticed our friends sneak into the bathroom with the large walk-in shower. I began to tease my wife that she should bust in on them and join them. We both began joking back and forth, and even got my wife up to going to the bathroom but she got there a second too late with our friends hopping out of the shower. We all hung out for awhile waiting for the storms to pass on the patio the jokes and flirting continued, and even got to the point where the wives were.