I went to our friends cook out but regrettably you had to stay home because you did not feel well. I come home and you are eager to hear how the evening went. I explain what we ate, swam, drank etc and then eventually I tell you that the two wives had to go to an emergency call at the hospital. Leaving me with their husbands. I decided to stay since I love great food. Eventually we all ended up in the hot tub...and then eventually we all had no clothes...and then well, the best fuck of my life happened. Sorry, not sorry?