I turnedthose values over like the coins in my purse, and sadly I found manycounterfeits among them. I began to loathe myself. And among the thingsth...at I hated most about myself was that all of her best qualities, herhonesty, her spontaneity, her cleverness, her grit... these, in all candor, Ihad found at times to be off-putting. These traits of hers which shouldhave inspired my greatest respect had incited me instead to suppress myfeelings for her and to close myself against her.'I confess. I look up and see that he has one eyebrow cocked. Fuck, he knows I was checking him out and not paying attention. He’s going to fucking knock me out. I better get ready for a fight. I was panicking. He smirked, downed the remainder of his beer, grabbed me by the arm and said, “C’mon let’s go”.“Huh?” I replied in a strong low voice, ready to fight.“Let’s get out of here,” he retorted.“Why? Is the team headed out to another bar?” I asked innocently.“No. We’re going to head over to my apartment. And the entire time she is talking like the filthiest slut. In fact, the dirty talk is so incessant that it would be annoying if it wasn’t so believable. The way she constantly professes her love and desire for cock gives you a sense of her desperate need to be filled up with an infinite number of boners.It was rather a lot to take in and the only chance we had to discuss it was in the car while driving to the first bar. She asked me how I felt about having a wife that constantly fucks around. She pulled Ted's head down and once again offered him an erect nipple to suck as he stroked her by now sopping wet cunt. She stroked his balding head as she felt a finger, then another, slip inside her easily. She looked at Mike and gave a little moan. “Now, then, Uncle Ted, you really are getting very naughty with me, aren't you?” There was a pause. “Yes.” he mumbled quietly, his head in her breasts. “Oh, so the cat hasn't got your tongue, after all!” Jan said. Mike had gone over to pour more.