She looked at me, her hands still on the next button of the blouse, ready to continue.“Button up your blouse, Squirt,” I sighed. “I’ll talk wi...h you.”“You called me Squirt!” she said, stopping a sniffle through a smile.She started to redo the buttons, but stopped, a smile appearing between sniffles, “Maybe I’ll just take this off anyway!”“No, leave it on. If Jeff sees you, it would all be over.”Mercifully, she finished buttoning it up.“We have to fix this,” she begged. “I can’t take it anymore.. So anyway I decided to see just how far she was willing to go. I told her that I was happily married and she didn’t mind. I told her that my wife and I occasionally like another woman in our bed. Doreen thought that a threesome would be great.Then she confessed, “I eat a lot of pussy at my house. I’m sure that I can get your wife off.”I asked, “Is it true that you have only had sex once and that was when you got pregnant?”Doreen smiled and said, “Yes! I thought you were listening to me and that. " They're my feet, not yours." I told him. "This is my body, all of it." I know, Kylie ... I'm ... I didn't mean to..." And don't lie to me either." I snorted. "When I want you to touch me I'll tell you where and when and how, understand?" Yeah." He swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, I..." I know, we're just learning." I lowered my voice and rewarded him with a smile. "Go ahead; you can hold my feet now." I'm sorry, Kylie. Thank you." He gave me a look of genuine affection and my heart lurched.. "You look wonderful. You look so handsome and fit. You look younger than when you left," she smiled. I had no reason to think she wasn't being sincere."I was just thinking the same thing about you. I don't remember the last time I saw you with a tan like you have now. What have you been doing?" Swimming in our pool. Walking in the neighborhood. Exercising. It was something both Dr. Mitchell and Dr. Bartholomew insisted upon. They both said my fitness wasn't as good as it should be even though I.