I was but after showing off for cindy all day i was enjoying it more than i thought i would and had come up with a plan to give her a good show. I tol... the wife she should drive home to be on the safe side, they were ready to go and said lets get things up to the car then. I acted like i was too wasted to do anything so they got thing to the car then came back and helped me. When we got to the car they opened the back door and i got in and sat in the back behind my wife. We took off and as we. This way i could feel her thighs with the back of my hand. Slowly i started rubbing my hands, the pants that she wore was so delicate, that i could almost feel her skin itself. Slowly i moved my fingers upwards, this way my left hand was between her thighs. She was shivering now, and everytime i moved my fingers, she squeezed my hands between those massive thighs. I was loving the situation. I stopped my venture just to see how she would react, and she humped me again on my head with my ass. I. Our lives became intertwined. I used to feel less and less shy around her and be more open. I used to put my hand around her shoulder whenever we walked as two friends do. She didn’t mind. Nor did I have had any wrong thought. I helped her with our HR who almost fired her.Then one day she had a fight with one of her colleagues. It escalated within seconds. We couldn’t handle it. At last the other girl had made a statement. She will never have children because she is a slut. It was a bad thing. Her plan went flawlessly.She took his plate to the counter and set it on top of hers."Oh, there's something I wanted to show you," she said."What's that?" He stretched. He was relaxed now. It was Friday night, he didn't have anywhere to go, and he wasn't in pain. That was a lot to be thankful for, in his opinion."Stay there," she said. "I'll go get it." It" was already on her body—under her clothes. In the bedroom, she stripped down to what was left of the black teddy she'd purchased secretly.