”“Your nephew was quite correct, sir. That is exactly what I was like. The transformation is all down to Frances and her friends. They inveigled m... into a sharing scheme whereby I tutored them and they in turn taught me how to speak with people, and other social abilities that had passed me by in my childhood.”“Weird! Oh, sorry, Mr Robertson; I didn’t mean to disparage you in any way. It was just so unusual to hear your tale. I am still unclear as to how and why you married them.”Reg was. I looked sheepishly from my book, To her sensual long fingered hands, Not a ring she wore left or right, And thought what kind of man am I, Wondering if she was tight or just right. A cup of brew was brought to me, Steaming hot latte, light and tasty, A puzzled look I gave the cook, “From the lovely young lady,” His replied on the sly. She raised her cup when we were eyes to eyes, I did the same with a smile of surprise, She placed the rim to her full wanting lips, Never taking her eyes. My wife put her head back and slightly moaned, Alice then unbuttoned her blouse and started to carress her tits in a sexual manner, I came round and started to snog my wife who was moaning all the more.I pushed Alice's head down towards my wife and gently cupped her tits in my hand, Alice moved her hand down and placed it on my wife's thigh, slowly moving up it towards her triangle. She was really moaning now, then Alice lifted up her skirt and rubbed her between the legs through her panties, I. Her jealousy suddenly boiled over and, with a firm step, she walked to Andrew's room and turned the corner. The sight in front of her eyes was incomprehensible for a moment or two. And then, as Andrea got her own first glimpse of it and gasped, she finally understood what she was seeing.Andrew was there, alright. But kneeling on the floor in front of a much older black man. Her eyes registered Andrew's raging hardon as a familiar sight and then traveled up, to where her boyfriend's face was –.