Francesca was standing there as close to bare-assed naked as you could get, water from the shower still beaded on her skin. The gym shorts had Ohio St...te emblazoned across the backside. I averted my eyes for a second and then, unable to help myself, looked back. “Look in my tickler file—top drawer next to—yeah, right there. Just leaf through it, it should be right under her name.” She looked over at me, obviously waiting for some response on the other side of the line. I know I had to be. As the song played on the music seemed to relax her, but they both were checking to see my reaction I guess. So I got up and went to the mens room, but actually walked around the corner and spied on them. After a few moments my wife rested her head on Jim's shoulder and he kissed her neck as they danced in each others arms. Just as the song ended I saw Jim's right hand slide down to feel my wife's ass while his left hand slipped up to her breast. My wife much to my surprise gave him a french. More

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