I had been going to do this for two months but there was always something that came up, but not today.We were there fifteen minutes early so there wer... plenty of seats available. Only a few business owners and county officials were there. I did know the couple who owned the hardware store where we seemed to spend a bundle of money every month.I went and spoke with them for a few minutes until more people started to arrive, then I went to the chair I has chosen and sat down with my coffee mug,. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers pulling on my nipples. He knew my weakness. It was electric and I had flashes back to the days when I enjoyed sex and couldn't get enough. I missed that now and it had been a long time. My husband either doesn't like to do it or doesn't belive in foreplay. I used to love it. It's the only way I can actually get off. I had learned to live without it, satisfying myself after he does to bed. I love him but needed to be satisifed sexually. I had an itch I'd. "I’m sorry." The line was delivered meekly, with not a trace of sarcasm, luckily for her. Had she not been sincere he’d have seen to it that she regretted her outburst. "That’s better, Jenny. Now, come sit before me if you’d like, and I’ll spin you a new tale, one that you’ve not heard before, at least not in this incarnation. He motioned to a plain wooden chair that sat lonely and unwanted in a corner, waiting until she’d dragged it carefully before him and taken a seat, her thighs pressed. I opened the door fully and smiled as he took in the sight of my partial nakedness. My massive dd tits standing perkily in my baggy tshirt, and my slender, toned legs. Long and elegant. “Why, if it isn’t Mr. Texas,” I muttered turning around and walking towards my bed. I heard the door shut and the clunks of his boots as he followed. “I got you hooked, didn’t I?” I sat down on my bed and turned towards him. He was wearing a pair of tight, faded blue jeans that had grown suddenly too.