Not only that, but I was sitting right on Jonathan's lap... and it was also pretty obvious that he had gotten excited. "Well... now I gotta get back a... you at some point," I said as I gently got off of him, standing in front of him."I wonder how you'll do that," he said. I noticed him glance between my legs - must have noticed that I had gotten a little moist down there... or maybe hinting at where I should get him back later. I asked him about his computer, and he told me about how he's. Way beyond.”“You made me very happy tonight, Aja.”She pressed her fist to her lips. “I remember when I crashed at your place...”“Because of the tactical situation at your condo.”“Right. I said then I was low maintenance. Maybe I am, physically -- but emotionally I’m a train wreck. Jason -- I have a lot I’m working through.”“I understand. Take as much time as you need,” he replied. “I’ll be there for you.”“Oh, I know you will be. I know it.” She reached into her bag and handed him an envelope.. .. or something... in an hour. And we need a shower." Hmmmm..." Warren got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned with a big smile on his face. "Shower's big enough for two, Pookie." Goody!"They raced each other to the bathroom, and raced each other in getting their clothes off, laughing the whole time. Finally they got in the shower, and washed each other, still laughing."Well, with all the attention you paid to them, I can rest assure my breasts are really clean," jokes. You could tell that she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear under her dress because of the bare columns of slit running down each side of her dress. To top it off she had on a pair of 5-inch sling back sandals with spaghetti straps that wrapped and tied around her ankles. If anybody from work would have seen her tonight, they would have never recognized her. She was dressed to kill but what I didn't know was that my husband was her victim. Randy, her husband who was Hispanic.