.. that's all there is to it."She ended her explanation on an upbeat, smiling tentatively at her husband. Steve looked at her for a long moment withou... speaking. Her narrative sounded well practiced to him."How did you meet Mr. Porter?" he asked finally. Barbara's eyes narrowed. She hadn't expected the question and didn't have an answer ready."Before you answer," Steve continued, "I will accept only the absolute truth. If you think you have a chance at saving this marriage... and I guess that's. “It didn’t seem right for you to have that on after today.”I let my hands slip around her waist, and then ran them up over her soft breasts. As I touched her, her body sank into mine with enjoyment.“Mmm…I’ve been wet all day you know.”I slid one of my hands over her stomach and down the front of her panties, and was pleased that she hadn’t exaggerated. I touched her gently for a moment, before I was struck with an idea.“…Tomorrow, I think you should go bottomless…”“Would you like that; everyone. “You and your damned rule!” Joyce huffed. “If you didn’t have that rule, everything would be fine!”“Says the woman who insisted that I keep that rule when I was thinking of abandoning it,” I said softly.She looked away, and didn’t respond. I could tell her why, too.“Joyce,” I continued, “would it be fine if I had sex with Melanie?”I waited for her to answer, hoping that an uncomfortable silence would help her to see my point.“No, it wouldn’t,” she said, exasperated. “You know, I hate it when. El let her hair go gray and longer from blonde and short after her husband's death. She had been a natural brunette most of her life. She had some wrinkles but not as many as her friends that were sun damaged or lost a lot of weight later in life. Her breasts have always been small. They are a little lower on her chest but didn’t sag as much as large breasted friends her age. Her nipples were erect. El looked down at her nearly flat belly, it had a small loose pooch. Nothing much she could do.