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“Fair enough,” I said, “I feel the same way about you.” “Do you know what love means, John?” she asked,suddenly serious. “I read somewhere,” I started, “that love was having your own happiness dependent on the happiness of another. It's a little fuzzy, most people could probably find a bunch of loopholes, if they tried, but I do know that I wouldn't be happy if you were unhappy.” She nodded thoughtfully, turning the words over in her mind. “So, if you do something to make me happy that makes you unhappy, then I would be unhappy . . .” “Let's leave the deep philosophy for another time,” I said, “we could chase that fish around the lake for months.” She nodded again. The waitress brought our drinks and fries, dropped the check on the table and left us alone again. She took homemade a sip of her drink while I nibbled a fry. “Back to why I wanted to talk to you alone,” I said, “Becky tells me you want to have sex with Peter.” She nodded “She also said that you wanted to see me have sex with her.” She nodded again, biting her lip. “You think I won't like all that happening?” She nodded again, looking down. “Okay, get that,” I said, “but I want you to know something. Last night I was surprised, mostly by Becky trying to crawl deepthroat into my pants while I was driving. I was curious about you and Peter, wondering if you were going to jump his bones there in the car.” She looked up again. “I learned a long time ago that jealousy is a waste of time. My dad always said that if I was jealous gagging about someone, I couldn't love them. Recent events have brought that lesson home.” “So, it wouldn't bother you?” she asked. “If you fuck Peter I stand on the sidelines an cheer russian you on, probably while I'm fucking Becky.” “So, its okay if I f..f..fuck Peter? She asked again. I tonight goes the way I think it will, you will have fucked Peter before you get home.” She was practically bouncing on her seat, excited about tonight. “You're getting wet, aren't you?” I asked. She nodded and grinned at me. I glanced at the check and threw money on the table to cover it and the tip as we walked out to the car. bizarre "You sure about this?" he asked still trying to comprehend the request. But bizarre I need to get going. Finally Bing orgasmed, her body arching at the intense orgasm she experienced. “I would too,” I shrugged. She made the splits in the sides of the dress bigger then hunted through her drawer to find a G-string which was no more than laces attached to a triangle, Trudy gave me a twirl russian and that’s when l noticed in certain light the dress was completely see through, my wife looked just like the slut l wanted her to look like. She had always thought deepthroat about what it would feel like to have a baby suck milk out of her. Clare at the other end of the house in her private homemade room. “Have you forgotten I’m a Crime Scene Investigator? Her expression changed from gagging one of curious excitement to wanton desire, her eyes narrowing above a devilish smile.