"Is that your alma mater?" he asked, pointing to the 'Harvard' across her chest. He stood next to the wall of the pool, gazing down at her, ignoring m....Laura, seeing that I was ruffled because the guy had approached her with no regard of my being present, fluttered her eyelashes at the man and in her Alabama accent, "my, nooo sir mester, this here's my loover's shirt an this here's his cap," she said, smiling up at the man.He smiled back at her, glancing in my direction before saying, "your. ." Well, okay. Yeah." Have you made any comparisons?" Huh?" With me." Oh." Actually, it hadn't occurred to her. "I remember thinking at the time that you'd done worse..." Armand was rubbing her ass; when was he going to start beating her?"That wasn't necessarily what I was talking about. I'd intended to broaden your experience, and this certainly offered an opportunity. What did you think?" Um, I..." Sharon really wasn't prepared for this."We'll leave it, then, for now," Armand said breezily.. Elsa sat with me concerning the guest list. She wondered if there were others we should invite that would be enjoyable company and wouldn’t violate any confidentiality regarding what went on. The list she presented was predictable based on what she’d told me:Mark, Elsa, Cindy, Melanie, Sheila, KCBrita and NilsTom PowerCarter, Deke, Ryan, Mike, JamesAndy and MargoDon and EdieJon and AmberLucas and Marcia (security too)Sean and PamGreg and KimTroy and Janet?Dan and Sandy?I looked the list over. The fact that Ingrid was Bi, might even have interested Mel. But for now I was just enjoying the warm wet mouth working its way noisily down my shaft."Ohhh fuck! " I moaned, looking down the open neck of her pajamas. Her breasts weren't big, but those nipples were calling my name. She looked up into my eyes, tried to smile. She pulled off, stroking me with her hand, and said "I'd like to be a fly on the wall when you tell your wife about this." Maybe we can arrange that," I said, putting my.