”“Call me, Rick, and we will make time to get together.” She replied.She got in her car and drove off.I floated back into the hall as I had volu...teered to help with clean up.Well, we met for coffee three times during the week and went to dinner Friday night and to a play Saturday.I found out that Cathy was a college graduate in accounting, and had twice taken the CPA exam. She passed the second time. She was working for a national accounting firm on its local audit team.I told her of my college. And that, at its heart, was the only thing that had kept him from ‘making the change’ right up front, when they were newly married: he loved her, plain and simple. He loved her as she was, with her bright, bubbly personality, her wit, her intelligence, her unquestioned loyalty and devotion to him, her incredible good looks. If the bedroom scene was a little blasé, it had been more than offset by her other attributes, and he had been more than just content with the trade-off, he had considered. Use me. Do whatever you want with me. One finger slid inside Hester, then two. She was wet and hot, and she clenched around the invasive touch. She rocked back, breath quickening. Porphyria smiled as she pushed harder. Hester whimpered. Oh God! she whispered, as Porphyria thrust a finger up into her again and again, causing her sex to quiver and ache. Oh God, oh God, oh God! she repeated. She was sweating all over. Porphyrias other fingers nudged her clit, and she almost passed out. She was. "This is where you're use to going. So sit."Michelle was unsure but she obliged. Out of habit, she sat on the toilet like she always did. While this may have been the normal way to sit, we both knew this position would never work as our bodies being front-to-back caused her to be positioned too far forward on the toilet. She stood up to turn around and then sat on my lap so our chests touched and our faces were close together. It wasn't perfect, but it was comfortable enough and, more.