His foot accidentally touched Karen’s underthe table and he looked at her with a startled,embarrassed expression. Her eyes twinkled, and a faint...smirking smile crossed her mouth but she didn’t meet hisapologetic gaze. Her legs were extended and her feetremained in harm’s way under his chair. When theappetizers arrived, Michael turned to feed his two-year-old son. Again his foot brushed Karen’s. Again sheignored his startled glance.The dinner went on with good food, and. He smiled, telling me he hag recorded every detail of the convention for me to enjoy.Then John slipped a disc in and I watched as my prick was growing bigger and bigger as I focussed on the movie he had made unfolded. I started to stroke my dick through my pants..Then John undid his fly and took out the dick that had been fucking my wife all those three days. He asked me to hold it. The movie rolled on as I got more and more turned on.I did not hesitate and gripped his hard on in my hand I. " Her hair was mousey and shorts too short and the blouse too revealing. She had small tits and a small ass. But her offer to get out of here was perfect and I jumped at it.She lived a short distance away and in my direction. "Didn't you feel like real outsiders there?" she asked. I explained about the block parent thing and that I was invited by an acquaintance. "They were all friends. We didn't know anyone and they didn't want more friends." We walked slowly in the warm summer air and under. I don’t know where she lives, we are not meeting at her house. I don’t even really suspect that we will even go to her house for the three days I am here. I imagine every street I pass as I head toward my hotel, is the one that she lives down. I imagine that she might even be in the car in front of me, headed to the same hotel.She is supposed to call me at five, by then I hope to be checked in and showered, ready to meet the girl I have only known online. But she can never wait and my phone.