My erection started to return and I fought the urge to get myself out of this predicament. ‘Did you come to work wearing no panties or did you remov... them before you came into my office?’ I asked. She looked shocked for a moment but then smiled. ‘My, you are a different person, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘Ignoring the question?’ I asked. ‘Actually, I took them off before I came in here,’ she said, uncrossing her legs and allowing them to part just enough for me to get a view of her neatly trimmed. It feels good...it penetrates my skin and sends signals deep down my body before I am even aware of it. You are eyes shift to me and look into my eyes...jolted away from your painful memories...they carry in them a mix of pain and hope. You stare at me speechless. -ShhhshhhDon't say anything. No words are needed. I touch your forehead slowly and my fingers trace your face, forcing your eyes to close. Don't look at me with those eyes. They transfer the pain into me...they are screaming out to. Age didn't make a lot of difference but I was surprised that those that wrote me were mostly in their forties and fifties. Next was the thirties and a few in their twenties. I guess the longer they were married, the more their love for each other waned.The first couple I got with was Roger and Marsha. I met Roger at a local coffee shop to talk over business. He told me that he felt that his marriage was falling apart. He and Marsha were both in their forties. They had two kids. One was in. . and when, where, and only as much as you want to.”“Wings,” Laura added, after a wetter, hotter kiss than mine, “we all trust you with our lives and love you like the sister you are. I, we, want to show you that we love you even beyond that. When, if perhaps, you choose to allow us to. As kind and as gentle as you need us to be.” The girls gave each other a few more wet kisses and started to bounce back to the bed.I gestured to offer Wings a chair, but she sat down near the foot of the bed.