Ashley looked very happy with what he’d procured.Ash went up to Dave and said, “All right, strip. Keep your undies on.”Dave did as instructed ri...ght down to his black briefs. Ashley handed him new blue jeans that had to have been washed five hundred times and beaten to smithereens against a brick wall with a baseball bat to take the newness out of them. He put those on along with a wide tan leather belt with a large silver buckle of a rodeo horse. The effect was kind of garish but truly country. At first when some of them asked if i wanted to chat about how i felt or when they surgested that maybe we chat on the phone i was automatically very shy and quite often gave them a No answer that was until i chatted to another married husband who like myself was nervous and shy and very scared, we hit it off straight away and felt at ease with each other chatting and showing off a few clothed and semi clothed pics of our wives, this always aroused certainly myself and quite often led to me. Later when my wife came to me at the bar i told her what Isabelle told me and with a smile she says that Ettiene was feeling her up and told her she is hot and that he would like to fuck her i looked at her smiling she doesn't know how i will react to someone approaching her because she knows i will fuck them up i love fighting and all my friends know i can handle all of them i look her in the eyes and say whel babe it is all up to you aslong as u cool with it so am i as long as we both agree. " As usual, a minute later he shot his cum in my ass and left me alone. A couple of minutes later, his daughter, Annabelle, walked in and asked, "Why are you standing around doing nothing? Dinner should be ready to be served in fifteen minutes." "Sorry, ma'am," I apologized. "I just finished serving your father." "Did Daddy fuck your nigger ass again?" She asked, clearly repulsed. "Please tell me it wasn't over the kitchen table." "Sorry ma'am, it was," I admitted. "For Christ's Sake," she.