’ ‘Strange, how?’ she asked. I took a bite, trying to figure out how to put my thoughts into words. ‘I really can’t explain it,’ I told he.... ‘After all these years of knowing you, having you in my arms like that, knowing that you were my best friend’s wife…’ ‘The key word there is ‘were’,’ she told me. ‘He left me, remember? Hell, have you even heard from him since he moved out?’ ‘How do you think I felt last night?’ she continued. ‘You’re the first man that I’ve kissed since he left. You’re. Erica and Lynn had been friends since they were about twelve and both went to the same college and nursing school.Growing up, they both had basically the same dreams of being a nurse and when sleeping over at the other's house, they would talk for hours about how their lives as nurses would be. They both graduated together and were each married within the next year.Erica's marriage, however, had just ended when she came home from her shift early, not feeling well, and there was her husband, in. I touched my cock which was already getting hard. I hesitated for a moment but then bent down and gave myself a couple more rubs before I stepped back into my trousers and pulled them up and carefully did up the fly over my erection. The feeling of not wearing any underwear was lovely, and I adjusted the position of my penis so that it was standing up to my belt.Sneaking out of school without being noticed I walked down towards the park. I put my hand in my trouser pocket and stroked my cock as. I had lots of money and didn't ever use it. But there was Lynne's sense of decorum to deal with. Where the idea came from I don't know, but I was glad it popped into my mind."I've always wanted to be part owner in an apple orchard," I said. "Of course apple orchards aren't all that common around here. You wouldn't know of anybody who might be interested in selling shares of one ... would you?"She gave me a level stare, but I saw appreciation in her eyes. "You don't have to do that," she said.