I wanted to say it was wrong, or that we shouldn’t do it here, or that we should at least close the shades because we were on the first floor, but I...was paralyzed. She came around the desk and shifted her long blue skirt and sat down in my lap and she kissed me. She kissed me. Her lips tasted so good, her hair smelled like Spring – how is it that beautiful women always know just how to smell? – and in spite of myself I put my hand in her skirt and rested it on her thigh, and slid it up. Her. Fortunately, the general din of conversation and work throughout the coffee shop kept anyone else from noticing his noises, and their little corner was still private enough to keep curious eyes from noticing his movements. ‘Faster,’ said Audrey, and all the phantom sensations moved quicker upon him. James’ mouth opened in a silent scream and his body locked up, his hands gripping the chair. ‘Faster,’ she said, and James’ body quivered with tension, his mind and body wound tight as a steel. "That's what this class is about. I guess I should give you a little background. My mistress was a rather militant lesbian before the pickup. She had some bad experiences with men and wanted nothing to do with them. I was brought along to get her lover pregnant and it was kind of expected that I'd be asked to disappear after that. But, thanks to a couple events that occurred around the time of the pickup, we had an immediate family with three children, including one girl who is now thirteen.. I enjoyed how it revealed my cleavage and draped open to expose my thighs when I crossed my legs. I went into the kitchen and found Todd rinsing the dishes from last night’s dinner. ‘Odd,’ I thought, wondering why he was not in his office checking on the stock market. ‘Good morning, Beautiful,’ he said with a broad smile as he turned to the sound of my footsteps. I wondered how it was that he did not get cold in his black tee shirt and black thigh-hugging briefs. Suddenly, I found it difficult.