Italian, maybe, or Portuguese. I don’t think this is the time to ask.”“No.”They found their street again, and George tickled her palm while th...ey were walking towards their building. “Exhibitionist,” she said when they were safely back in their own apartment. “Whew!” she dropped onto the bed.“It wasn’t exhibitionism. Nobody could see.”“If you’d waited ‘til we were inside, you could’ve had any intimacy you wanted.”“I’ll take that as an invitation.” It hadn’t been, really. He hadn’t waited to get. "Do you love me darling," my wife asked of me."Why yes, of course I do Mary Deanna," I replied without hesitation. I did love my wife."Even after what you saw me do tonight with Robert?" she inquired. "Things I never did with you?"Did I? Good question. But I knew the answer."Yes, honey. I still love you. Even after what I saw you do with Robert tonight."A thankful look spread over her face. Then she said to me, "Who am I?"I said, "Why you are my wife, honey." Yes, I am your wife Darling, and. I was frozen, waiting for someone to say or do something when she asked Renee if she wanted some of “what she was having.” Renee alternately looked at me and Tammy and slid beside me on the couch. I was still very hard, but also a little nervous. Tammy stood up and encouraged Renee to “go for it,” as she pulled her own tank top off. Renee slowly moved her hand toward my lap, and grasped my cock with a nice firm grip. Her hand barely made it around my shaft, but it wasn’t long before her head. Joel smiled.“You know what... I like you. I like you,” He said, half-joking, pointing.“Shut up. Get the hell to class.”Joel started chuckling, while checking every curve on her body. As the day went on, she felt more eyes on her than ever before. She had no self-esteem issues at all, but even she thought it was a little strange. Strange because one, she didn't do anything different that day. And two, girls were checking her out as well.“What are you talking about? Of course you would get.