I could feel some of the old fire beginning to flare in my veins.If I were smart, I would forget her and move on. But she had touched something in me ...hat reminded me of my younger years. It reminded me of when I was first married, when I was sure I could still triumph over the world."Sure," I said, "I'd be glad to."I arrived at Liz's house at five o'clock sharp. She stood on her porch and waved as I pulled into the driveway.She gave me a quick tour through the house. It wasn't much of a house,. I couldn't resist the urge to grab myself. I reached down and pushed on my pussy, pressing as hard as I could. Believe it or not, applying pressure somewhat felt relieving. The harder the pressure, the better. My stop was next.... THANK GOD!! I took the last few minutes before my stop to regain control. I took a deep breath, stiffened up my posture, got ready to stand up. As the bus stopped, I slowly stood up, took another deep breath and started to take my first step. Just as I took my first. "What? How? Why?" were the only 3 words my wife could manage, withlong pauses between each one."Thank you Martha," said Elizabeth calmly. "Just put the tray downthere and leave us to have our meeting."I didn?t need asking twice. I placed the tray and with as much eleganceas I could muster, clip-clopped out of the room followed by 4 pairs ofeyes.I went back to the kitchen and carried on cleaning, muttering under mybreath a series of death threats towards Elizabeth and what I?d do toher given. 23Friday morning had arrived and I was once again hyper, running around trying to control my sex drive at the thoughts of having him between my legs that night, I was trying to get ready as well making sure that everything was perfect, my attention to detail was meticulous making sure that when he stripped me he would discover all kinds of goodies and fences to cross to tease him, not too much but just enough to get him inside me, “as though he needed any encouragement” I mused, I had already.