Since Mark and I never have sex outside of our bedroombecause of the boys, we totally forgot about Champ. Isprang off Mark’s cock as if lightnin... struck me andyelled at Champ to “GO!”Champ kind of cocked his head to the side as if hedidn’t quite understand that I was severely pissed offwith him. Mark braced himself on his elbows and shoutedout, “Champ! GO!” and at that Champ lumbered out of theroom. Now when I say lumbered I mean exactly that, asChamp was. It was dark, I always imagined it would be the same colour as the hair on her head. I was sure she noticed me looking, but she did not say anything.I was convinced that this the signal and that she was waiting for me to take the initiative. I thought of how best to proceed. Should I just ask her?I formed the words in my head. ‘Aunt Betty, would you like me to finger your vagina?’I decided against that. Nothing sounded right, I knew that women liked romance, but could not think of a. I moved up to him and kissed him then backed off a bit, "You look great yourself" I said. We ordered drinks and talked a while before Carl finally asked I wanted to go back to his place. I readily agreed and off we went, me following him in my car. Once back at his place I sat down on his sofa while he made drinks for us. "Your wife's not going to be here?" I asked, knowing he had told me he was married earlier "Not for the moment" he replied. I saw him intensely looking at me and especially. ” But I didn't. I got ready for the gym, then headed down. “About time. I was beginning to think you chickened out,” Paula said.“Nope,” I said.“Spot me,” she ordered. I don't know why, I was doing everything she said. It was like I couldn't say no to her. I felt compelled to do what ever she said. She laid down on the bench as I stood over her from behind, holding the bar over her chest. I watched her chest heave up and down. Each time she moved the bar up or down, her cleavage would peak out.