I took my hand off her thigh and shook his hand. We all got up and went our separate ways.The next evening when her husband picked her up we gave each...other a hug. As I was putting my hand around her lower back, she gently caught it and pulled it over her ass. I didn't protest but continued to hug her and gave her sweet ass a gentle squeeze. Her husband said he was going on business next week and asked if I cud drop her home for that week. I said no problem.On the first evening I dropped her. " I said to Jenn. I hopped out and grabbed my phone from my car. "No, I live just down the street, I have some stuff to drink. I promise it wouldn't be a problem." Jenn said.I thought about it, was she coming on to me? I don't think she was. I think she is just a really nice lady. so I said, "ok." We get to her house and I sit down and she grabbed me a beer, the same type I had ordered at the restaurant. I asked to use the restroom. She said she had a plumbing issue with the toilet so I would. "What were you thinking?" she asked, seeming to know."I was picturing you in swimwear."Megan jerked her hand free from mine. "No touching, it gives you ideas." Give me your hand. People are watching. They'll think we're fighting," I said, reaching for her hand.She not only surrendered her hand, she moved in close, until her knee was bumping mine. Her eyes bored in, unwavering. "They won't confuse the way I look at you for fighting."She was so damned serious that I knew I needed to do something. I was beginning to see why people just left their partners. Being around him all the time, knowing how badly I had hurt him was almost as unbearable as the thought of living life without him. That first week had been the worst. He actually flinched every time I touched him. We would lie in bed together, not touching at all. If I moved closer, he moved away. I knew that it wasn’t deliberate but it was like torture to me. The man I loved couldn’t bear to touch me.Things had got better over the.