During one slow song, I played a little grab-ass with her, and she delightfully rewarded me by grinding her hips into me and pressing her crotch into ...my thigh. At last call, I asked, "Would you like to grab a cab instead of waiting for the shuttle bus?"She responded, "Of course." Her eyes were on fire and had that knowing look of a woman who was focused on getting what she wanted.The cab ride back to the hotel wasn't even 10 minutes, but it seemed like forever. We were awash in that strong. I was filthy, covered in grinding dust, and smelled of stale welding smoke, and it would take a couple hours for me to get back home, and cleaned up, so i sent them on their way. i came home late that night, trying to be quiet, as i figured they were both passed out by now. i heard a soft moaning as i closed the door, i flipped on the light, and saw my wife on the couch, dress around her waist, and carol's face buried between her legs !! i stood there shocked, wife had never mentioned to me. ‘Look,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry, but at first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with what I was doing. It felt normal to me.’ ‘Are you stupid?’ Ronnie demanded. ‘How could you possibly think that self mutilation is normal?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I said again, ‘But I felt I had to deal with this on my own.’ ‘So what does Maranda say about all this?’ Dalton asked, curious. ‘She busted me. Saturday, at the Teen Center. She made me walk with her. She’s very persuasive, made me tell her everything. I had. All are bare ass naked, and all of them are now in a full state of arousal, nursing throbbing erections. Like all teenage boys, they can’t keep their hands away from their love wands; they slowly stroke themselves, stimulating and maintaining their boners until it’s their turn to go into action. They also can’t resist the other common temptation of teenage boys; to compare themselves to each other. While they’ve seen each other naked many times, this is the first time that most of them have.