I felt like that was necessary to say even though I had the most attractive girl I've ever seen rubbing her warm, smooth, moist thigh on my cock throu...h my thin layered shorts as she rubbed my chest. "Yeah, so, what's, your, point,?" She said with a kiss of my chest between each word. "Fuck it, I don't have one." I mumbled. I picked her up immediately and put her up against the wall. Her hand slid down and took a firm grip on my cock. I reached up and slid my hands behind her and slid her bra. Gloria told me to hold my arms over my head as she held a pink silk topin her hands. I did as ordered and she slipped the thin top carefullyover my piled high blonde curls and head and down to cover my almostbare breasts. It left my midriff bare from the waistband of the tooshort skirt to just below my brassiere. As she slipped her own top on,I walked over the full-length bedroom mirror to see how I looked."I look like a hooker!" I exclaimed as I saw my reflection. I could notbelieve my eyes as. ]Husband: Aw, Christ, please don’t do that—[WIFE shakes her body left and right like an angry child.]Husband: Dammit, honey, please can you just listen to me.[HUSBAND lightly touches WIFE’s wrist. WIFE jerks back.]Husband: Honey, look at me. We can work this out. Our therapist—Wife: Fuck our therapist. There is no “we.” “We” are done. I want you out.Husband: I’m not going. This is my home, too.Wife: Get out of my house!Husband [bristling]: You leave. It’s you who wants out of this marriage. Not. Jimmy had just recently turned 12. He was reading in the spare bedroom since we couldn't go to the park as we typically did after the chores were finished. At least I thought Jimmy was reading. I got up from my work to stretch my legs and to see what he felt like eating for dinner. As I got closer to the bedroom, I heard exaggerated, rhythmic breathing which triggered a tickling sensation in my groin and an unexpected growth in my shorts. My body had registered a sexual act before my brain had.