" She gasped and said I shouldn't say things like that as I was married and so was she, to my son! But her eyes were glued to the hot blond build m...ch like her moaning out a orgasm on the TV. Shortly she wiggle, pressing her legs together and as she stood to go to bed I could see her nipples were very hard, as she turned to the kitchen I caught her glancing at my now hard cock in my pajama bottoms and as she walked past me I swear I smelt her sex. I jumped up, not hiding my cock pressing. I shocked a few people by taking off my halter top to sun bathe, but it was a private location and I was just trying to tan my back. That was my limit of daring here. No, I did a road trip one year, spent my junior year in college on a one year study program in Los Angeles at UCLA. I'm not sure what I learned academically, but I fell in with some people who held parties like ours." Were they as fun as ours?" We're still doing it, aren't we?" She sighed. "We had actors and actresses, ordinary. Dry autumn leaves were scattering along the narrow brick street. The gathering dark made the gas lamps seem to glow more brightly. In the building across the street, in a window level with ours, stood a man in a dark suit. He was tall and handsome, younger than us. When he saw us looking at him, he smiled and waved, then gave a nod of encouragement. I turned back to my lovely wife, sprawled on the little sofa. I handed her her glass of champagne and clinked it with mine, taking a sip. Lucky. He smiled thinking about the number of times he had done that. Another couple of kids were over at the air hockey table playing a game. They looked like they were having fun.The guy who had invited him to visit the pizzeria was standing over at the counter making a pizza. The invitation for a free lunch was a little out of place at the opening, but the young man’s assurance that he wouldn’t get a better pizza anywhere else in the world, had won him over. Being from New York, he felt that it was.