‘Good mornin’, Darlin” I said, running my hand down your arm, my voice heavy with sleep. You looked down at me, resting on an elbow, grinning. �...�Yeah I know, the southern thing gets worse first thing in the morning,’ I said, stretching. You moved your hand for it to rest on my stomach, the touch of you on my bear skin made me shiver, and you leaned and whispered, ‘I love the southern thing.’ I giggled, for the love of God, I giggled. I built my life on being tough and with five words I was. I saw the stranger move his fingers to the side of her thong, tracing a line along the edge of it. At that point I was so hard I pulled out my dick and began to stroke it. I heard my wife moan even louder so I looked over and noticed that this guy had now exposed my wife's nicely trimmed pussy. Soon he slipped two fingers along her slit and then between her wet pussy lips.He took his fingers out of her cunt momentarily and he slid her thong down her legs until it was off. I knew he wanted to. Alis walked in on me in my boxers. Like what you see? I said grinning at her, not really making a sexual pass. Oh yeah she said as she climbed back on the bed. Maybe I should take of my jeans too.. She suggested. Well.. I guess if youd be more comfortable. I said hesitantly.. As she was taking of her jeans Taylor called her. They talked on the phone just about every night before one of them went to bed. Hey babe She said answering the phone. I was a little irritated. Here I was in my own room. She walked in and looked Brooke in the eye and stated "Please hurry up with my coffee today, and know your place." Brooke looked back and with a smile said "As you wish Claire, are you okay you seem frustrated today?" Claire scoffed and walked off quickly. Brooke showed up an hour later, which was extremely late. The latest in the past she brought the coffee was 20 minutes. The coffee was half filled, and room temperature. Claire was on the phone, and when she saw the condition of the coffee.