“I do love you.” I reiterated my stance. To be shunned and castrated from your life-love demanded more than just soft words and idle threats. Yet ...I still cling to inane attempts at saving face or dreams “I love you,”- how foolish that must sound to the strong and the bold. “I love you,”- yes goddamn you, I wish I had never spoken those words. I found myself smiling with embarrassment and humiliation. Yet I still dream- even now- there are no escapes from my prison. I am forced to move forward. I didn’t even care about the taste of the polish remover I just wanted her nipple in my mouth. Cynthia let me enjoy her nipples for as long as I wanted too. Then she suggested that I remove her so-called bikini bottom.Cynthia sat on the edge of the couch and lifted her feet up onto my shoulders as I knelt between her legs. I pulled at the top of the Y that covered her pussy and then I slipped the other end out of her asshole. Her pussy was actually dripping her love juices down onto her. We chatted about what she was reading, her friends, living away from home. her boyfriend and when the conversation turned to the topic of sex she said her boyfriend was inexperienced and was a lights off missionary position type. I asked if she had any fantasies. Public sex was something she had always wanted to give a try. I moved over and sat next to her. I'm not sure it was a hint but I took the opportunity. I leaned over to kiss her but she held back nervously. I placed my hand between her. J said "You will get his fun night out I promise." He got a little red!We continued to drink wine! After awhile I just decided to resume her back-rub with shy guy sitting 3 feet in front of us. Curiosity on my part wanted to see what she and he would do. my hand started moving around her back, waist, under her shirt. More wine and more laughs. I began reaching around more and more, I found I could make eye contact with him then glance at her tits just as I would jiggle her for him. He tried not.