” I didn’t hear it as a question but as a comment but I couldn’t help myself. I was pissed with her behaviour towards Jatz.“How would you feel...if I was to tell Ken what you say to me as we make love? If I did that, would you feel comfortable with me afterwards?“But that’s different.”“Why is that so different? You are Ken’s wife and I am here to make love to you. You belong to Ken in the same way as I belong to you. It is exactly the same except the roles are reversed.”“You don’t. It was a Thursday. An autumn evening. I felt anticipation. I planned this for so long. So long...She passed by my house as I was "tending to my garden" near my backyard. I waved to her and "fell" over my rake. She looked scared, frightened that I may be hurt. She came to help me, out of concern and love. Yes, that was it. LOVE. I told her that I may have broken my ankle. I needed her to call for help. I told her to go into my kitchen and use the phone on the wall to call 911. She went inside.. What he could do was get a degree and mark time untilhe could begin to make a killing. Since they lived on the New Jerseyshore, he was within driving distance of several very good colleges anduniversities, in addition to the county community college, which had asatellite campus of a major university right there. As his parentsweren't rich (a cop and a teacher!) he decided to start with thecommunity college both for the lower tuition and the fact that he couldcontinue to live at home, at least. As we continued talking she said that she had an idea, she would give this man what he wanted if I would give a stranger a blow job. By now we were quite giggly and I said ok and I would let her know what happened. The following Sunday, I decided the best place to find a man was the mall. I wore a short, denim skirt with a top that scoops low in front. Once in the car, I removed my bra and thong. At the mall I looked around, but could only find a little old man working as a security guard..