"Jan couldn't listen. He's got a coin that stops people from listening to his phone calls." So ... how did you listen?" Jason asked."I was standing ne...xt to him when he made the call." You didn't hear Herr Muller?" suggested Jake."I could only hear David speak." You don't know what Herr Muller said? You don't even know if he actually talked to him." John looked slightly relieved."I only heard David." I've got to check with Herr Muller." John suggested as he reached for the phone."He's not at. "I mean, really mind!"I didn't know how to answer so I kissed her. I felt so strange to be kissing my wife, knowing she was being fucked. We had to stop when Gemma began to really slam into Dianne's pussy. I just knelt beside her and watched as she orgasmed.I heard the wet sound of Gemma pulling out and I knew what was coming. I knew Gemma had ordered me to kneel on the bed alongside my wife for a reason. Gemma positioned herself behind me. I felt her hands take hold of my waist. I felt her. "A wine punch Binnie found a recipe for in a Spanish cook-book." Binnie was Mrs. Lathrop's nickname, and what she insisted everybody call her. Manacor drank a little. "Not bad, and that's all what's available." It had obviously gotten him high."Ah'll get you-all some," cried out Mrs. Manacor. She was a thin, breastless woman with black spit-curls and a vapid expression, except when drunk as she was now and then her eyes had a tendency to cross. She was from Louisiana and had a grating twang. Finally I, walked toward my closet, when I heard my door swing open. I froze, not knowing what had just happened. I took a big gulp and turned around slowly fearing the worst. My mind raced through dozens of scenarios, is why my door swung open. Maybe the knob didn’t latch and the wind the just blew it open? Maybe the cat had a moment of genius and figured out how to open the door? But alias, my worst fear was realized when I turned to see, the girl of my dreams, standing there at door, staring.