How do I tell Greg he might not be a father. That he will never be more than my husband,” my wife said.“Is that so bad, I think he lives pretty go...od for a man who has no career, no job, and no prospects,” Kelly said.“Why are you so down on him. He does his best. He is not like other men. He’s not practical or ambitious. He’s a poet. It’s why I love him.”“Well, I need to get home. I need to spread my legs for my stud before he is too tired,” Kelly said.They both laughed as they went into the. An excited reply "Yes!"We struggled through conversations while I drove the hour there, sat in a seaside restaurant for hours, trying to put her at ease with simple conversation, and where eventually I gently caressed her hand, then returned to Bangkok, where I remarked I would like to sleep with her, but could not at my apartment, nor at her home: she wanted the same, so Ar directed me to a hotel, where we started/continued the affair which would eventually give my wife sufficient reason to. Other than it was obvious that Pete was enjoying Dee’s company. Roni was amicable but tired and becoming more disinterested the more Pete danced with Dee. As midnight approached, Dee and Pete were buzzing with the alcohol and dancing, Roni was winding down and we decided to head back to Pete’s place. We climbed back in my truck and headed to Pete’s. Once there we all relaxed enjoying the air conditioning and flipping channels. Pete had a large screen TV with a couch in front of it and an easy. I look around, hundreds of faces but none looking at us. Shes move around slightly to face the side of the carriage, sheltering a little from inquisitive eyes. My hand moves up further, over her rib cage, heading for her breast, then the softness of the underneath of her left breast. so soft, yet springy - so close to the nipple. Up another centimeter and my finger touches the areola, then I discover the extraordinarily erect nipple, I gently slide my finger around before brushing against the.