I thought she was perfect. Our friendship turned one summer after 10th grade. We kissed one day and then progressed to making out almost daily. S...he let me feel ger tits and rub her over her little shorts. I would jerk off ecery night thinking about her. One day, she put her little hand down my shorts and stroked my cock. She was a little bit shy, but I came so fast. The feeling of her soft hand was overwhelming. It was a couple days later, she did it again. Then I returned the favor.. I hugged him again, not wanting ever to let him go, feeling wonderfully safe in his tight embrace. Enjoying the comforting smell and feel of the man I’d made my life with these last twenty-plus years.It was hard telling Neil what I had to say to him. As I predicted, he was pretty relaxed and not surprised when I told him how great the sex was. I had to smile inwardly when, just as I’d thought he would, Neil asked me if Jason was better than him. Knowing that my kinky little husband wanted to. I lifted my hair, no scar just at the edge of the hairline. I pulled off my nightie and panties.Short and straight pubic hairs, no scars from pins and surgery on my thigh and arm. I was perfect, nothing marring my body. Not even scars on my hands, which I knew I had accumulated from a lifetime of accidents. What in the hell was happening?I went into the living room and turned on the TV. As usual it was tuned to the news channel. And it was chaos! A bridge had collapsed, and it appears to have. Years ago, long before I went into the Marines, Jake had just gotten his drivers license. The only way that Mom and Dad would let him and Crystal go out in the car was if I was with them. They were using me as chaperone, figuring that nothing would happen if I was along. Of course I had to have Betty and later Samantha go along to keep me company.Little did they know the group of us together was trouble! We had been playing sex games for over a year before Jake received his license. We had some.