Hmmm. I wondered if the old me, the suicidal, pre-Harley me would have been able to handle it. I did wonder. A lot. A part of me felt embarrassed abou... the way I'd been spending money lately, but that me was used to the spartan lifestyle my military choices had led me into. It was used to the unassuming childhood in New Jersey – the one where my parents had let me grow up not knowing the truth about our wealth or our family roots. Harley was far more used to the trappings of wealth than I was.. " "Yes, I love you, too." She dashed into the den. "We're all going. I need to change. Back in a second."She was as good as her word almost. It still didn't take many seconds. She returned to the den in a very short denim skirt with cowboy boots. She had tied her blouse under her breasts exposing some of her flat tummy as well as some cleavage. Karen almost looked envious. We had brought no clothes though she looked great in her jeans and heels. I knew she had no bra! I had watched my wife. The OAI 'pets' that Dale had brought back from the Mexico trip were maintaining their own quiet vigil around the babies and the house. Dale knew that his children would always be monitored by watchful and caring eyes. There were quite a few large bird stands spread around the home for use by the two large green parrots Polly and Pete, and the two large Macaws Spock and Uhura. Several pet doors had been installed for the use of the two Golden Retrievers George and Gracie, the Norfolk Terrier. He told me that after her divorce she enjoyed a couple of years of sexual freedom and did a lot of things she was dreaming of ever since. From dogging sex to seducing her neighbor’s son to teach him everything about sex. She also built up experience in having sex with women and now she felt it was time to fulfil one of the things on her bucket list, which was having a threesome with us. With a nice side effect for my husband (as he said): she still is sexually insatiable and knows how to handle.