"Yeah," said Madison. "It's like she thinks she's better than us." Yeah," said Devin. "Of course, some of that might just be cultural. She emigrated, ...you can tell by her accent." Whereas you speak perfect English because you were born here," Nancy said, completely straight-faced. It was true, after all."Yeah," said Devin. "My mom and my uncle flip R's and L's left and right, whereas I—" Flip R's and L's?" Madison said."It's a Japanese thing," said Nancy. "They don't really distinguish between. You're actually defending that piece of trash. She insulted you, at your own table, and you're defending her." She didn't really insult me. She argued with me. Granted, it's a bunch of naïve bullshit from college, but ... I can't say that she personally insulted me. And I'm not defending her. I just want to give it a bit more time to get some more information, and see what's really going on with Jason." What's going on with Jason is that he's in over his head with that girl." Have you talked to. "Who is that woman you came with?", she asked."That's my wife", I answered honestly."Do you think she'd mind if we danced?" Not at all", I said. I grabbed her hand and led her back to the dance floor. We immediately started grinding, her hands running up and down my leather. She'd grab my ass and pull me into her, then run her hand up the front of my pants and rub my throbbing cock.Next thing I knew, my wife and her two admirers were right next to us. They were sandwiching her, dancing all over. Her hand was up and holding her hair tightly while she made a some what innocent yet...sexy face.He stroke's his cock fast, trying not to be too loud. Stoking it for 5 minutes maybe before "ugh....." leaning his head back as a thick rope of cum splattered all over the screen of his smartphone. Taking deep breath's from his little session, he look's down at Becky's cum covered face on his phone screen and he feel's ashamed...He cleans up the mess he made on his phone, washes his hands and heads.