At home right now."I had to tear my eyes from those breasts and maintain eye contact. She nodded and bit her bottom lip a little as her eyes seemed to...travel down toward my leg for some reason.She seemed to break out of some trance and clapped her hands and exclaimed "Oh! I'll be late for work." She grabbed her purse and kissed my forehead as she began to leave.As she walked faster, I thought her breasts would jump from her straining bra. She gave me another one of those funny looks and left. "I tried to ignore that last comment. "If I were her." What was thatsupposed to mean? Did she want to embarrass me in front of all thesewomen? Anyway, I picked a nice coral polish. OPI's Cajun Shrimp.Something with color but that did not look slutty."Nice choice," Sandra commented. "That color looks very professional oneveryone." (Again with the open ended comment. Was that supposed torefer to me? Maybe I'm just being paranoid.) "OK. In case you aregoing to give your darling wife her. Then she started to move a little faster. I was trying to keep my moaning as quiet as possible, but I wasn’t doing a good job with that. She could tell that I was almost at the point of cumming so she started to get faster and faster. She put her arm around me and held me close as I came all over her hand. She slowed down rubbing my clit then put her fingers to her mouth and started sucking on them. Then she leaned in and kissed me again. I then started kissing her neck and made my way down to. Sometimes I try to convince myself that she is not a goddess after all. Maybe because she rejected me. At fist she liked chatting with me but when she understood I was head over ears in love with her, she started behaving coldly and to avoid me. After that she got arrogant. Yesterday I asked her to go out with me but she answered there was no point wasting her time with such people like me. I'm prone to think she has her reasons. She works in a bank, makes a lot of money, takes trips abroad.