As we were having breakfast i asked how did she feel.“there was nothing serious. It was a minor headache.”“then you should have gone with hari c...hettan. Whatever it may be taj mahal is a great monument worth seeing.”“you are an idiot! I am not fascinated towards monuments. I like living things.” Saying this she put her hands on my shoulder. That moment she was a woman looking for a masculine touch. “can you spare this day for me? I want to give you that gift..”“but i have an important meeting…”. .. what brings you here this Christmas afternoon?"I thought it was pretty obvious, but it was also obvious that mom had no idea that Taylor was involved in any kind of relationship. The way Taylor and Brendan ... I noticed she called him "Bren", looked at each other, it was far beyond platonic.At that moment, Taylor seemed to regain her senses."Oh ... I guess I didn't mention ... well Bren and I are friends from school ... well he was at school ... I mean a different school ... he was at. Next comes the shoes and socks. He reaches for his belt buckle and zipper and begins to undo them. His trousers fall to the floor. Only one more piece of clothing remaining. The sexual tension and excitement are starting to build. He is partially erect as evidenced by the bulge in his shorts. My wife is feeling an uneasiness between her legs. Her love juice coats the walls of her pussy. He drops his shorts to reveal a dick any man would be proud of. He stands naked before her. Her eyes take in. Gregg took our hands and led us around the pool to the steps at the shallow end. Once more, all conversation stopped and every eye was trained on us.I glanced around quickly. Everyone, even the couples and the single women, seemed to be getting a kick out of our suits. They were staring in amazement. But they were smiling. Well, a lot of the guys were leering. But that's close enough.I didn't see anyone I recognized from our building. For some reason I took comfort from that. I probably.