Taking it gently in my hand I began to stroke his long firm shaft. With my other hand I gently undid the top two buttons of my satin blouse, just enou...h to reveal the soft lace cups of my basque. I pushed him back on to the bed and picked up the bra from the bed beside him. Toying with it I pulled the label from the garment before he had a chance to protest. I held it out to him. "Put this on." He tried to argue, "Put this on, or I will still be here when your wife comes home." He hurriedly. And nodded. So she wasn’t a virgin and not for the last time, I imagined her being fucked by a handsome Thai man. Her face was sad, reflective. ‘It’s ok Chaisee,’ I liked using her real name, to make her feel closer to me, ’thanks for telling me’. My hand reached for hers and as our fingers entwined she moved her hand beneath the table, whispering that public affection wasn’t ‘good’. I didn’t mind, our hands were tightly clasped together and my fingers extended, brushing the outside of her. The note said,“Dear Sir,A long time ago you gave me some advice, and to my shame I walked out on you. I soon learned that you were right, and I changed my name and actually became fairly successful.I regret not taking your advice when offered. Since it worked well enough, I have enclosed what I believe would have been your commission.Sincerely,Wait for it...Dick Van DykeThree Men were waiting to go to heaven. St Peter was at the gate and said, “However good you were to your wife that is the. ”“And Laurie’s already a woman,” I sigh, “I know it’s a cliché to say it, but it really does seem like just yesterday they were goofy toddlers, playing in the sandbox.” Eleanor sings a soft, soothing melody that I can barely hear under her breath. The wordless lullaby floats into my ear and caresses my troubled mind as her fingers unwind the tension of my posture, leaving warm, loose muscle in their gentle wake. She sinks her thumbs beneath my shoulder blades, and graciously separates the.