Then a finger feels its way to my clit and begins to gently rub at the hood. Oh god, I gasp and raise my hips from the table as your finger massages.I...feel you move round and your other hand rests on my thighs but not for long, as it moves between my knees, pushing them apart and beginning to slide up my inner thigh. You are still massaging and circling my clit with your finger and I am writhing, right there on the couch.I feel a finger from your other hand press against my wet pussy. You run. I entered three percent as the rebate and Larson's bank information into the bank routing field. (I figured three percent would not raise an immediate red flag.) I did the same on another invoice sending the rebate to the other bank account.I closed out of the system and poured myself a drink. I opened the good scotch this time. The first drink was to congratulate myself on a great plan. The second drink was to help me forget about my failed marriage.I waited a couple of days and nothing. The lady involved is named Leslee (alas, no longer on here?) and we began to PM a lot, telling our tales and stories. She was married, of course, as am I, but we both enjoyed a little spice on the side, as many of us here do. I have met other XHam friends in real life (still do from time to time heh heh) and so had she. After sharing comments, pictures, PMs and online fun, we progressed to Skype, phone and texting/sexting. One day she called me at work while she was masturbating, and it was so. Is it really you?"A wave of nostalgia passed through Fran as she recognized Giuliano's voice. The strong Italian accent, the same caressing tones... "Yes... yes... it is... how are you?" How am I?" The Italian's voice was incredulous, mocking. "What kind of question is that to answer over the phone? When am I going to see you, darling? Shall it be lunch or dinner? Are you still married or what?"Fran felt a brief moment of regret as she answered, "Yes... yes, I'm still married. Brint and I have.