She turned most of the heads of the single men at the bar and even some of the men who were with their wives…I noticed one black guy at the bar that...had a particular interest in my sweet wife. I saw him looking at her on multiple occasions in a more brazen manner than the other men.When she got up to go to the restroom, I got up to help her off her seat. Ana then showed her pretty tanned legs when her dress rode up by her thighs… The black man got also the better view of Ana’s legs from his. "I suppose," Dave said. He sat up, looked at her for a moment, and then held up a hand for assistance. She helped him to his feet, and for a moment they stood there leaning on each other. He heard the voices, too, and he looked at her, inclining his head in their direction. She smiled and nodded.There was a slight gap in the shrubbery and fence, and they peered through it. His hand went to cradle her bottom, and she returned the favor. Two naked people from one world confronted half a dozen. Anyway, Ihad my heart broken by my high school sweetheart about four months beforethe event I am going to be telling you about. She was my life, my littleangel. I had hurt her to the point that she needed to leave me and I couldnot blame her. When I was dating her, my feelings for guys were completelysuppressed. I had fooled around with friends in middle school and such,casual circle jerks, etc... but nothing serious. However, when I jerked offit was almost always to gay porn. Then, when. I shut the door behind us and turned on some music.“Here?” she asked.“I figured we’d drink our hot chocolate. But it’s up to you. A bed or here. Whatever you want.”“I’m not sure. I’ve never done it before!”I smiled, “I know. Will you tell me what you want to do?”“You know, the usual stuff!” she giggled, then sipped her chocolate.“I assume you’ve had sex ed,” I said.“Duh!” Jill said with a small laugh. “Of course! And girls talk, too. So like I know about stuff.”“Good! But it’s better if we talk.