She was yelling something at him now,then she stormed off in a huff, the hard bulge in her tight littleskirt lifting it just enough to expose her pant...es. Whatever she hadsaid seemed to have shut him down good. He stood there agape for amoment before chasing after her.I couldn't help but laugh as he ran by screaming, "Wait! Baby! You'vegot it all wrong! I love you for so much more than your dick!"Did I cause that? I mean.... I caused the dick thing, obviously, butdid that cause her to reject. More than a few had their eyes glued to my wifes arse and my hand disappearing into her soaking underwear. I hitched her dress up further to give them a good look. By now my dick was throbbing and her cunt was dripping allover my hand. It was time to get out of there and bury my cock in her. I led her outside and down to the beach. There were other people on the beach and I could make out moans and grunts but couldn't see anyone. We hadn't even found a secluded spot before my wife got on her. A little while ago, I had an idea for a way that you and I might work with each other. I got hot enough, thinking about it, that the first argument against is that my on-stage hormones could get in the way of my control. When I started to talk to Curt about the idea, I started to rub myself. It seemed better to wait, and maybe have the boy toy rub me or something while the women speak." Do tell! No one is going to argue that I'm all that impressive onstage. I do well because my character is, in. “Don’t really know, but his name is Michael” I answered as I dipped my spoon into the pudding.As I ate my pudding, I noticed that Brent was nervous for some reason.“Eric, about what happened earlier, I don’t want you to think that I’m…gay. I only did it because it was part of the job” said Brent as he looked at his half eaten sandwich.“Yeah, same with me” I answered in a serious tone.I tried my best not to seem disappointed, I didn’t want him to know that I somehow wanted it to be real. I.