When on the badminton court, we would slap each other on the behind after winning a good point, and homework sessions were riddled with innuendo.But I...knew I couldn’t ask her out. All the most popular guys had asked her out, and she had turned them all down. Was there any reason she wouldn’t turn me down? They were better catches than me, and she wasn’t interested in them. Besides, she was one of my best mates, and I couldn’t jeopardise that.I took a long holiday with my family that summer and. "Oh, by the way, Carlos, Miller signed," she went on. "He started to balk about the confession as you might expect, but Bernard told him it was all three or none and said time was up, the log had to be done, so he caved." You left him little choice." I didn't intend to," she said. "In a way I wish he hadn't, signed I mean, I'd have loved to see that son of a bitch get what was coming to him when we got back, but it would have been awfully messy. This is better, cleaner, and we're shut of him.". As I looked in my eyes opened wide in disbelief and surprise. Both men were sitting on the couch with Anita sitting between them. Worst of all, my sweet wife was fully naked in the middle of those giant black guys…The youngest, called Wilfred, had his huge hand taking care of Ana`s breast. He was touching her nipples and Ana had her eyes closed, breathing heavily through her open mouth…The second guy, called Ramon, had his hand trying to enter between my wife’s closed legs, directly to her. Would you like to touch my "underdress' for old time's sake?" Without speaking, I lightly placed my hand on her thigh. I felt a slight shudder go through her, and she slowly moved her leg under my hand. "Remember the feeling?, she asked. She pulled the slip straps off her shoulders and pulled the top down to her waist. "And...do you remember these?", she whispered. Her breasts looked identical to Lorene's, except they were a bit fuller. Her nipples were not as large as Lorene's, but stood out.