“I can get someone to come over in the morning and take care of it,” Patti said. “Could I get you to call me a taxi?”“No need for that,” a...nswered Marty, “I’ll be happy to give you a ride to your place.”“Oh my, I’d appreciate that so much Reverend Jackson,” she said.“I’m over here,” Marty said walking toward his car. The car lock beeped as he clicked the key remote to unlock the door. Then he stated, “You don’t have to call me Reverend, just Marty will do.”“Okay,” answered Patti as she opened. After regaining my composure, he waked me back to the bar. I sat down asking my smiling husband, did you enjoy watching him finger fuck your wife and make me cum in front of all his friends? He laughed and said “I wasn’t the only one” and I went to the restrooom, blushing.When I returned, Bill was sitting with Doug and his friends and waved for me to join them. Walking over I noticed a couple in the corner booth were actually fucking and next to them a guy was licking his date’s pussy. Bill. “You have lost weight, I see.”“And glad of it,” Emma quipped.“I am not,” he said abruptly. “You were perfect the way you were.”There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then Kit strode into the room, Mary on his arm, and announced that lunch was ready.After lunch, Emma found her way out to the old river, where she and Kit had used to sit, talk, and kiss sometimes. She sat for a while, lost in memories, and realised all of a sudden that while she was sad, and certainly mourned the days she. She took showers several times each day and I always found the shower head hanging down and set to "Pulse" when she was through. I know what that means and I was pretty sure she was rubbing herself at other times too.Then, one day about ten days after I'd first seen her on the bannister, I heard some moaning coming from my bedroom. MY bedroom!As I tiptoed down the hall and eased my door open, there's Robin lying on my bed with her knees spread apart and her panties pulled down to her ankles,.