”“So he’s with her now, then.”I took her hand as two tears streaked down her cheeks. “I don’t know if he is or not. He made it sound like ...he didn’t expect her to be there, or maybe Carl was involved in getting Jonah to drive her up. I don’t know. But he was acting funny about it either way.”“Were they together? Hugging, holding hands? Anything?”“They were hanging out together, but with the others,” I said, trying to make my mouth move. I was feeling very distressed as old feelings welled up. He makes his touch light. Emma sighs deeply over his touch. As he continues this caressing dance over her thighs a few more times, he presses his face close to her. His nose rubs back and forth over her mons. Taking in the heady scent of her juices that are so glimmering on her slit.He stops now, and stands before her, lifting her arms over her head. He leans to her right armpit, which is waxed so clean and sniffs there, and then runs his tongue up and down the smooth surface. And then. I'm sitting here, too, and I'm considered an invited guest -- but I have no say. Only YOU do! If you wave someone off, he'll back off. If he doesn't, and you make an issue of it, others -- especially others involved -- will support you."He nodded, and the woman looked more comfortable. "Now," I continued, "Let's talk about etiquette. Even if you sit here looking uptight, you're going to attract a certain amount of attention. Guys will take up seats all around you, trying to get a look at what's. Of course Roger and Joe not being among the greeters seemed odd. It seems they were being greeted in a much more intimate fashion. And soon my wife found a similar greeting. To put it frankly, this house is saturated with sex, and I for one couldn't be more thankful. Thank you Harold for bringing my wife the kind of loving she's needed. I know it's strange, but believe me, I appreciate it deeply."Aside from the odd entanglements in various beds, the greatest embrace I found occurred first with.