Writing this, is the third time I cry in ten minutes. Firstly the music. Secondly as result at a flash of million memories.Thirdly from this romantic ...short erotic encounter, like from a famous novel which won world wide amazing attention."Sir, You do look like Frits van der Ploeg! Did you perhaps live here for some years, much more many years back?" Well by Jove, I am indeed!" (Influence of his father G. J. van der Ploeg, who spoke no other tonguesbut was good at quotes, like all of us after. I work out regularly and I'm in pretty good shape, so my wife obviously enjoyed showing me off. As my wife had commanded, I was wearing tight jeans and a tight T-shirt, there was not much to hide. As I was bending down to pick up some empty glasses from the table one of her friends started squeezing my butt and commenting on its firmness. Now I had to go from girl to girl, each of them squeezing and touching my butt. The consensus was, definitely nice and definitely better than the beefy guys. Some of the poses were me bending over slightly; I just didn't seem to care. Then, all of a sudden, I realised what was happening, Jennifer was taking photographs of me. Oh My God, everyone would recognise me if they saw my face, it was obvious it was me, a guy dressed in sexy lingerie. It hadn't even crossed my mind - I wasn't wearing a wig to disguise who I was. Jesus, I was so stupid allowing this to happen with a woman I didn't even know. What the hell was I doing? I turned and shouted out. Do it.Daniel came to the kitchen holding his phone to show me a text. I set my phone on the counter and took his. When I said "what else did they say" he jumped to take his phone back. I held it away, his eyes went to mine, I started frantically searching his message log. Oh ho, a Gina said she wanted you to send her the picture you sent your mom of the naked guys. His head snapped up looking at me. He went back to my phone while saying "I told her I deleted it, picture file" now I went for my.