She could not think of how to rectify this now-sullied part of their life. She’d originally suggested therapy, but the cost in time and money and th...e heartache of reliving those thoughts and words had pushed her away from professional help. She finally happened on a surprising idea that shocked her. ‘Fight fire with fire,’ went the old adage. If she could not recapture intimacy with abstinence and politeness, then other measures were called for. And if she truly wanted to taste his type of. Miguel Aiza was slightly taller than her husband. He had short, black hair and intensely dark eyes. He was dressed sharply in a three-piece Armani suit, a crisp white shirt and plain, black tie. When Jenna reached out to shake his hand, Dr. Aiza turned her hand slowly, palm down, and then lifted it to his lips. ‘How we greet a lovely, young lady in my home country,’ he said, staring intently into Jenna’s eyes. His rich, spanish accent was thick, baritone and rumbling. It stirred something deep. I said it was fine with me and started flipping the channels. He looked at me with a smile and said "Can we watch some dirty movies like we did last week?" I smiled back at him and said " I guess we can, at least until Cathy gets home."We found a hot movie with two guys and two young girls going at it real good giving the guys a blowjob and stroking thier long hard cocks. After a couple minutes I glanced over at Steven, he had his hand on the bulge in his pants rubbing back and forth across it.. "Word is thatthey've been having too many guys crash their parties. Onlyletting women in, so they've got a better chance of scoring." Hereached out his hand and grasped Brad's hand. "By the way, I'mMike." Brad. My pal is Eric."Mike nodded his greeting. "Anyway," he continued, "it looks likewe're not properly ... equipped ... for their party."Eric shook his head. "At least Jones won't be there," he consoledhimself."Lloyd Jones?" Mike asked, surprised. "Yeah, he's there. He gotan.