She ground her ass against him as he flicked her nipples. She groaned in approval and then turned around in his arms. They locked lips and let their t...ongues tickle and massage one another. Her thighs rubbed across the head of his cock and her nipples pressed against his chest like a pair of electrodes, ready to defibrillate. His hands slid down her back until they settled on her supple buttocks. He gave them a few squeezes and then slid one of his fingers into her crack. Her whole body. They’re our friends,’ she argued, standing on the step. ‘Friends? You humiliated me! My wife’s a cheating slut, with our friends, at the biggest party of the year, and everyone’s laughing at me behind my back, hell, to my face. I can never stand to see any of them again. You’ve destroyed us. Our marriage. Our life. How could you?’ She put her hand on my arm and I shook her off. ‘They’re not laughing at you. They would never do that. They think you’re the luckiest guy in the world. They might. I grinned to myself, imagining this likely virgin boy in the fantasy image in my head. I filed the unlikely fellatio scene for later enjoyment, but continued to enjoy watching the way his muscles moved under that tight-fitting tee. Yum. A soft touch at my left shoulder caught my attention. Thin, long fingers were gently holding me and I followed the hand up and up to a tall, skinny college boy. His eyes were locked on his destination and I understood immediately that he wanted to get back to. Ted was going to come over tomorrow for the get together.As I look at this later, it feels like a news report which, in a way, is what a journal is. Shirley and I go over these journals as a way of reminding us of where we came from and where we want to go in the future. It's also part of our teaching to the children.The next day came bright and clear. Georgia in the springtime is beautiful By eleven, people were already gathering for the dinner and party. We toured the grounds. The menfolk.