As the waiter placed our plates in front of us, my finger slipped under her panties and slid just inside her wet lips. Trying not to arch up off her c...air, She focused on her plate. My finger slid up inside her and twisted then pulled out and left her empty. Over and over again, my finger pushed inside her. She was so wet, her pussy was tight and She was nearing the edge. Suddenly, I withdrew my finger.Stunned, She watched as I slipped the tip of my wet finger into the cream sauce on my plate. I even think of myself as Lucy.The 'let's go to bed' part of the conversation goes way back to when I was eleven or twelve. Mom had recently died in an automobile accident. She and Daddy's then-Captain (aunt Babs' husband) were in a car that was broad-sided as it drove out of a motel parking lot. Investigation determined that his name was on a motel registration card and Mom's panties were inside his glove box. A few weeks later, Daddy, who was only a Sergeant at the time, and I were going. I staggered into the bathroom and downed glass after glass of water. The pain in the back of my head was intense. My crotch ached.Jerry had rinsed out and hung up my red dress. I checked it for remnants of my drunken eruption of margarita and meatball. There were none I could find.I had to hurry. This was my first day as the newly-elected treasurer of a Christian charity in Kansas City. I desperately wanted to do a good job. My service on the Board of Directors was my ticket to freedom from my. Oh wait, that is not the shit that gets a guy's dick hard. After 8 years of marriage so many foundational cards like love and trust in our very tenuous house folded that I was no longer reserved about what made my pussy soaking wet and I told this stranger just that. He kindly asked questions and also shared scenes he's been in that simultaneously made my clit throb and my body flinch. He too was married, though she didn't share his passion for his "dark side". Relationships are a series of.