He rubbed my nipple with his thumb making it harden and rise. I moaned again and couldn't help but move against his pelvis. He groaned as my hip conn...cted and slid along his penis. His hips thrust gently against my movement. I continued to kiss him but moved so I could stradle his legs. My skirt shimmied up my legs and he pushed it higher until he felt a soft wet heat against his thighs. (((I don't like wearing underware with my skirts))) He had to touch me but went slowly sliding his hand. I was paralyzed by the sight, my entire body frozen in place, my mind too it seemed, as all I could do was stare soundlessly in disbelief. I wanted to scream out loud, to crash through the window and tear Brent, Tom and their smirking, cat-calling friends limb from limb. How could Sarah do this to me, cuckold me with another guy, a guy who was still practically a k** no less, while our son and all his friends looked on in admiration? I should have been ranting and raging until the sky fell, or. "I have managed to rent a building using the finances of several high-ranking Canadian government officials. I have set up a number of false corporations to hide the trail. It would take a great deal of time to find that I had done this. With this diversion we should have maximum time here to plan strategy." Sheila told me as we stopped at a rather small warehouse.Opening the door, I saw that it was indeed small though more than adequate for what we needed to do. "I just hope it is enough for. ”“I'd rather we went out for dinner. Just being with you has calmed me down and I want to show you how much I appreciate you being my wife. I have an idea what I want to do in the future, but I need your okay to proceed. We can talk about it at dinner.”Brett drove us to one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. After we were seated and had a drink in front of us, Brett started to fidget.“I never told you this before, but I have been investing my money. I have quite a valuable portfolio.