She knew Lisa before we met and suggested that it might be easier on you, if we were a little "public" with each other, that it might calm Lisa down a...nd take the pressure off of you. We never hid that we were more than just friends anymore than I hid that I was your friend. Lisa and her pack of jackals saw to it that no guy expressed interest in me the whole time she was there. After you guys got engaged and graduated I was to busy working on my Masters thesis to date anyone." The hurt look in. As we were watching a movie, she leaned on my lap. As my hands were reaching for snacks on the sofa, it rubbed on her soft, cotton-like boobs. My dick throbbed. I kept my hands on slightly more time. I did this a few times.Then after a few days, while we were chatting, the figures for girls topic came in. She told I must enjoy boobs and was such a patient guy that he didn’t fondle me then itself. I smacked myself. I apologized to her. She told its ok. She joked and wondered how it would be. I. I told him that were just married and beginning the shared wife lifestyle. He asked me if I ever had a black man before. I said no that we didn't know any up in Canada. I brought him back to our table and told Marc and he winked at me that it was Ok and to go for it. We sat and drank and Dave was sitting right beside me and put his hand on my leg and started to caress it and sliding it up my skirt. I parted my legs and he slid up to my pantyless pussy and he rubbed me through my pantyhose which. " Now being women we can get past the bull faster than if one of us was a male. "Spill it you asked for a reason,” she insisted with a frown. "I thought I smelled dick on your breath earlier." She laughed and laughed and laughed until I was a bit pissed but then I laughed. "It's called sleep breath Sweetie, don't tell me you were jealous," she said before she straddled me on the bed then kissed me as she lay on top of me. I rolled my eyes I felt about the size of a pea. Here is the thing; I.