I wondered if Jennifer was having the same thoughts, and if her body was just as full of memories tonight as mine was. Almost in answer to my question..., I heard the door to my room creak open, and there she was, in her usual shorts and, oddly, her softball uniform top. “Are you awake?” she whispered, and I smiled as she stood, almost mouse-like, at my door. “Yeah,” I whispered back, “I can’t sleep.” “I want to show you something”, I heard her say softly, “put on some clothes and come on!” I was. She moaned loudly and sucked my fingers in, I then asked her to tell me how much she wanted a cock to suck, she replied "a lot!", I then asked her to beg for more cock. So she started groaning "give me more cock, I love cock, I want a cock to suck on". At this point she discovered that who had knocked on the door had not actually left, they had quietly undressed and had witnessed my wife behave as slutty as she ever had. After me getting her to beg for more cock another time the visitor (who. His hand went to my breast, and I tried to step back but I was suddenly grabbed by the arms, pulled away from the pole and a hand slapped itself over my mouth. I stared at the man in front of me.He spoke but I could understand nothing, my chinese far too little to make sense of what was happening.He grabbed hold of my breast again, hard and unforgiving. His fingers dug into the soft flesh and I winced before he pulled down the straps of my dress and bared them. Exposed, my nipples stood on end. As Lauren was getting the food to the table, Tracy opened up the bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of them. They ate and drank and talked like they always did. They laughed more than they had in quite awhile enjoying each other’s stories.When they were done eating Tracy got up and kissed Lauren saying “I'm going upstairs, honey. I will be waiting for you when you are done here.”Lauren nodded and smiled while Tracy turned and left the room. Lauren feverishly cleaned the kitchen until it.