We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn’t say anything or think of anything u...ntil the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward my cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to say or do...I was thinking of my next step and then I felt another hand touching my other leg. I had both my wife and friend rubbing my leg, moving closer to my cock. A. He insisted she have it, and it went in the bag as well…along with a nonde*********** box. She enjoyed the joking as they rode back to his place, and getting out of the car, she noticed the workmen were nearly done.Those efficient workmen, damn their hides. The ONE thing I forgot to do was to tell them to do this slowly. The job did look good, though. Annalise slipped into my house while I spoke them. They let me know that they would have it ‘distressed’ by tomorrow and done. That just. Fitz.”I chuckled at her joke and went on to tell her about my life, why I was trying to just get by, why I hated everything. I could tell that she was holding in her tears during my story, but she let it out when I told her that I was miserable about my father not caring and causing me hate the world around me. She had to be crying a bucket because her makeup made thick black streaks around her face.I didn’t know how to calm her down. “I…. am sorry for making you cry.” I went over and hugged. I am now even more aroused. I never expected James to allow a third person to join us, and I certainly never expected the third person to be a woman. I could cum just from knowing that a woman is touching me. I feel a hand down at my pussy and a mouth on my nipples. Since the hand is smooth, I know that it is the mystery woman fingering me. This fact alone is enough to make me cum, but I want to experience this pleasure as long as possible. James continues to lick my tits and my mystery woman.