"OK. I knew that. So. You're 20 years old. Y'know, Patti, when my mother was 20 years old, she'd been married for a year and had already had a baby --...me!" I'm a virgin. I'm a 20-year-old virgin!"I sighed with relief. Is that all that was going on here? "Patti, there's nothing wrong with that! Lots of girls your age are still virgins. Maybe they're in the minority, but it's not -- abnormal or anything!" Yeah, but. --I am abnormal!" she said, starting to cry all over again."Patti. C'mon, you. You look gorgeous, Veronica, Marshal said, then gave me a wolf whistle. Guilt stabbed through me, I dressed up for my nameless lover, not my husband, but that itch in my pussy was drowning out my guilt. On the drive over, my husband kept glancing at my thighs. The skirt had ridden up and Marshal was a leg man. Normally I loved it when my husband lusted after me, but it was a different man I desired tonight. We arrived at the Eagles Lodge, found a place to park, and walked inside. A cute, bubbly. Suddenly she got crying keeping her head on my shoulder, as we both were very close.Then I calmed her and asked her to stop crying. She suddenly hugged me and asked me that not to share it with anybody. Then I whispered in her ears that everything will be cool and will get set, nothing to worry. And reminded her to move to the function hall.Then immediately she said that will start in 5 minutes, as she was not feeling comfortable in this position. We both were in the same position for next 5. She urged me to go and that she would rest a little longer on the bed.At that point a black hand came into view, circling her body and rising to cup her breast. Squeezing, caressing, fondling. It seemed very black on the white, rounded breast of Paula. Another man's hand fondling my own wife's breast! There was no mistaking that hand. Thick, pudgy, black fingers, each adorned with thick gold ornamental bands with my wife's lovely, white, rounded breast being squeezed out between them. Kioto's.