I knew I might end up not being someone Cindy could take any sexual pleasure with. Joyce had asked me to do this for her.This was Joyce's marriage, no...t mine. Would I be okay knowing that? I hoped the answer turned out to be yes.It really came down to me deciding if I'd be okay with assisting Joyce's rescue efforts. All I had to do was accept the situation, then do some talking and explaining to each of my wives, and to Eddie and Dale.It was something I could do, something I'd be doing mostly. Lets see how it fits. My wife went into our bedroom. When she came out her panties and bra clearly showed through the shift. My boss held her gently, kissed her, and said, My darling. I do not want you to wear anything under it for the party. Then he removed my wifes panties, lifted the shift over her, and unfastened her bra. As he led her into our bed room she looked back at me with an expression that said, Here we go again. My wife closed the door to our bedroom. Minutes later her delighted. ”“It needs a name!”“Let’s wait for our husband to come home and worry about it then.”That stopped the conversation as both women felt the pangs of loneliness that Paul’s absence brought on. The final decision was made before they spoke, and the house was theirs, except for the paperwork.The deal was done and they got the keys before the real closing, but money talks and Lynn had walked in with a bag containing the $1,100,000 they had settles on. No check for her. Cash meant cash. Now came the. The story starts in the seventh grade on the playground after school. A bunch of us got together to play a pick up game of softball. It was the fourth inning and I was on first when Norm Snieder hit a single to center. I took off for second and saw Harry Sort pick up the ball and throw it toward Phil Reed who was playing second base. I saw that it was going to be close so I slid into second and when Phil tried to tag me he moved into my way and my slide took his legs out from under him. As he.