His finger is working overtime on my clit drawing nearer the edge. Do it Tommy, I beg. Put it all in me, put your fist up inside me. I feel him wiggle...his thumb in, trying to get his hand in me. I dont know why, but it doesnt hurt at all. Being a virgin, how can this be. All I know is I need his fist in me, stretcheng my sweet pussy and launching me over the edge of pleasure. Pushing up against him, I feel my sweet pussy just wrap around his hand and suck him in. His finger rubs my clit one. “Buddy, I am just as anxious as they are about people finding out. I cannot afford to be the village pariah. As I always tell them, this has to be kept top secret,” I earnestly assured him.As I watched him racked with indecision, the lust pulsing through me felt no shame. I was elated that things were going so well, and above all, his constant glances at the money assured me that my voyeuristic nourishment was imminent.“May I have another beer and a joint?” Marne asked tentatively.“Sure,” I. You are a kind, loving, caring person. But, Sweetheart, did you ever think that what has made Sheila a nicer person is the fact that she doesn't have what she had before?}{No I didn't think of that. I'm sorry Mike.}{Don't be sorry Love. There's no harm done. We'll just play it be ear when she gets here.}Sheila showed up just before 1:00 PM. I could tell immediately that she was an entirely different person than we'd known before."So, Shiela, what have you been doing with yourself?" I asked."I'm. I wondered if I overplayed my hand or if she was hiding hers. The table I was sitting at was lively, and everyone was discussing different things happening at work. I joined in and heard all the office gossip I could. I also got the opportunity to get to know a few of the wives of co-workers a little better. It was a little boring, but I knew I’d have a chance to at least leave the snorefest for a while and go chill out in a room, maybe raid the mini bar for a better time. After.