Since they lived somewhere far in downtownMetropolis, they decided that it would best that they stayed the nightat my place. Somewhere in the night so...mething happened between Wackyand I. To find out what happened between us read the story entitled,"Under the Sheets" in my site. The morning after, Timothy came banging hard at my bedroom door towake us up. I opened the door and Wacky just finished putting hisbriefs back. Timothy asked how we were doing. I told him, we were doingjust fine. He. He wrapped his hands firmly around my tits and massaged them like I have never been fondled before. He got up just on his knee's and massaged my tits and he said I love your tits and nipples honey, I just moaned with a small grrr . He would lean back down and kiss me then get back up and squeeze my tits run his hands up massaging my shoulders running his finger over my lips then back down to my tits. The entire time I had my legs spread as wide as I could and I could feel his big cock brushing. Each one laughed at the little jokes made by the other, and they spent more time than "necessary" staring into each other's eyes. As a result, cleaning the dishes took more time than it normally would.Meanwhile, Hank had reconciled himself to the fact that he was losing his partner. The only real question was whether or not he wanted to find another partner. He thought about it a while and came to the conclusion that it was very comforting to know that someone was watching your back in tight. ... oh fuck! I knew she was home! I rushed out to the cab stand, jumped in a cab for the return home, all the way, my strange excitement increasing, my cock actually oozing precum enough to make a wet spot on the crotch of my pants! I felt a power not felt before, I imagined how contrite my wife would be when I confronted her and her lover, how I would dominate the confrontation with my righteous anger, and how I would be magnanimous in my victory! I told myself that these were the reasons for.