” Putting his arm around my shoulders, he guided me towards the stairs that led down to the family room/home office in the basement. Walking over to...his computer desk, he flipped a couple of switched, I heard Clair and my husband still deeply involved in their theological discussion. Opening what at first appeared to be a locked filing cabinet, Paul poured me a glass of straight Rum. I took my drink over to a very comfortable looking leather couch and sat down. Sipping my drink, I watched as. I don't know how I will go to college next year. My future is just so unclear." “I’m going to run you a bubble bath. You’ll feel so much better after that. Come with me into the bathroom.” I took Mr. Smith’s hand and we walked into the bathroom. He was so sweet and ran the bath. He poured bubble bath into the tub. His wife had a bath pillow which was shaped like a shell. He blew the pillow up and put it against the tub. I was very comfortable with him. He helped me unzip my dress and I. If anything, seeing Omar's huge cock deep inside of my wife's pussy, excited me; and excited something within me that I still find difficult to explain in so many words. Envy might have played a roll, but if it was envy, then it had a very different effect on me than one might have otherwise assumed it would. Normally, envy was associated with resentment, and even hostility; but none of that was what I experienced in Kenya as Omar and Mara fucked!In fact, I could clearly remember the feelings I. “And I’ve got all the proof right here in pictures and on video,” Vicky joked, showing them a sample video.“Are you going to tell Dad you fucked three strippers?” Brenda asked.“Of course I will, you’re Dad and I keep no sex secrets from each other,” Karen replied, hesitant to pour another rye and ginger. “I must have some kind of bug, I don’t even want to have another drink.”“Mom, since we’re on the subject of Dad, we have something to say and ask. We know you have an extra ticket for New Years.