”“But if we were married it would be OK?”“Yes. But you need to finish High School before we think about that.”“I know,” she sighed. “I...t just seems like forever. And I probably won’t be able to see you except maybe for a few minutes like this. It stinks!”“I won’t forget about you!” I replied.“But you could meet somebody else before I even have a chance,” she sighed.“That would be true even if we were seeing each other occasionally. Can I ask you something bluntly?”“Sure.”“Do you think we’ve. ”I think that was how it started. I was sitting in my best friend Amanda’s living room sipping wine. My name is Alissa Wallman. I had just turned thirty-nine which may have something to do with the dramatic change in our life that I track to that day. I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart Logan for twenty years. Our daughter Emily just turned twenty is off to college. No, she wasn’t a wedding night baby, Emily was born three months after we got married. We had talked about getting. One of them turned andaddressed out guide. "Are these the three, Felicia?" she asked.Our guide - Felicia - nodded. "Yeah."The girl gave us a long, hard look. She would have been attractive withher dark blonde hair and curvaceous body wrapped in spandex shorts and asports bra, if her eyes hadn't betrayed her complete disdain for thethree of us. I was surprised. Usually Spike had to open his mouth beforepeople took a disliking to him, but apparently there was something aboutall three of us she. At first it felt seemed odd, but after a moment of thinking theidea trying to pull boxers p over my hips seemed even sillier. It took afew moments to properly tuck my junk in the narrow crotch, but that gaveme time to appreciate how the underwear felt against my bottom. A thongwould be sexier, true, but this was like a hand holding a solid,comforting handful of my tight little ass. Besides, with how short thatdress was, I needed something covering myself on the off chance I forgotto cross my.