His parents had dissolved into peals of laughter."Ha Ha," he said, when they finally stopped laughing.They grinned at him.His dad said, "Chris, you've...come such a long way since the beginning of this year. Do you remember watching Missing Persons, and how you used to think about running away?"Chris looked at them in shock. "You knew?" Sure, we pay attention. You aren't thinking about it anymore are you?" No way, how could I do that?" It's such a difference. We had all but given up." Given up!?". Monica's moans grew louder, echoing off of the bathroom walls, her pussy about to explode. Suddenly, she felt John's dick twitch as he began to orgasm, his cum shooting inside her womb. She could feel his warm, virile seed painting the insides of her cunt and it pushed her over the edge.Her pussy exploded in pleasure, juices erupting from her gash and squirtint out around the cock that was buried inside her. "Fuckkkk", Monica moaned as she rode the wave of endorphins. When both of their orgasms. I saw a bag. I opened it and started checking it. She had brought some sweets and snacks for me. I checked her dresses and she had brought a new bra and panties. I smelled them and kept in the bag. But now I hid her bag below the coat.After 10 minutes she came out with just a towel. Oh my Ghosh. She was looking damn sexy in a white towel. Her semi-wet hairs were making me mad. But still, I didn’t move. Because I was in anger. She just smiled. She was looking for her bag but it was not there.. What the heck, Roger is a good-looking guy. I fantasized over him and me naked, in a snowbound cabin, under warm covers, a cracking fire (well, not in Florida, more likely freezing from an air conditioner duct inconveniently blowing up the wrong place.) Maybe I'll just surprise the hell out of Steve and suggest we... what to call it... hate the term swing... don't like the sound of wife swapping... husband trading?... recreational sex... Yes, I would suggest a little recreational sex. Steve.