I felt so slutty. I decided to wear a pair of blue skinny jeans, leopard print wedges and a red tube top. I was nervous before I left so I decided to ...op an ecstacy pill so I could loosen up and get horny. When I arrived at his high rise condo building, I had to be buzzed in. Before I rode the elevator to the 2nd floor, I made sure my eyeliner wasn't smudged and my lip gloss was impeccable. I'm naturally pretty so I don't need much makeup. I stepped out of the elevator and took a deep breath. Why was he teasing me like that all the time? Trying to make conversation I asked him:“Where is that auction?”“In a town nearby. Actually, it an undisclosed location. Only those going know where it is.”“I see. An undisclosed location.”Obviously, I was getting nowhere. The evening went by rather quickly. Uncle Joe was telling tales of him and Dad when they were growing up in Montgomery. I learned that Dad left home at 18 to study to become a lawyer. Uncle Joe, loved the country, could not stand. You suggested staying apart because you thought she would negatively affect your relationship with us. That's what Jen was talking about you being caring, thoughtful and sweet. We practically gave you Carte Blanche with Dana Peel at the bar, and yet even with the way you felt about her you refused to take the risk because it might hurt us." Then she laughed and said, "Oh Sam, what's one more pussy in our bed? Christ! I'm already blending my life with two other's as it is."As soon as we got back. She was sporting a bloody good suntan; as good as Amy's had been when she came back from Spain at Easter. But somehow I didn't remember those triangles where her bikini top should have covered her breasts.Come to that I didn't remember seeing the triangle where Amy's briefs should have been either. Now that bloody villa had a communal pool and there was nowhere that the girls could have sunbathed in the nude. Well, not in private anyway, and I did not like the idea of my wife being in the nude.