I pushed my jeans down, and Jay pulled them off over my feet. Under them I’d worn a thong, which he pushed out of the way so he could push two of hi... fingers into my pussy. ‘Mmm, you’re nice and wet,’ he said. ‘What do you want me to do, Sam?’ ‘What can we do in a car?’ ‘Anything we want. Tell me, baby. What do you want?’ ‘I want you to go down on me.’ ‘You got it.’ He bent to my pussy and nibbled my clit. It felt incredible. After a few seconds, he ran his tongue down to my opening and thrust. I couldn't wait to hit the couch for a little R & R.As I came into the house, the first thing that struck me was the silence. The boys did not come charging at me from two different directions to throw their arms around me and bombard me with all they had done that day. Strange. Passing through the kitchen to grab a drink, I noticed a note on the counter in my wife's neat handwriting. I guessed she must have run out to do some shopping with the boys and would be back shortly. So picking up the. If you did, I will find out.”“I was at home that night. I can’t prove it but I was, “ she said.“Okay, but I’m still considering you a viable suspect as of now,” I said.“Suit yourself you prick,” she said turning to return to her office.It looks like I am going to need a new bookkeeper, I thought. I drove to my house where I hooked the battery of the bike up to charge. I had several hours till dark, so I fired up the Cub Cadet to cut my three acre plantation. I rode the Cubby around in circles. It was a first for me in some time, that I was able to offer hospitality or be of social service to another.To my pleasant surprise she said sure she’d like a soda, and I retrieved one from the refrigerator. She sat on the couch and We began to talk as two people do. We had talked many times of the last year or so as she worked with me, but this was different in that she wasn’t working. She wasn’t taking care of me, we were just interacting like two independent normal humans. I was enjoying her.