During some of these chat sessions, I would find myself saying things I would NEVER say to another guy and thinking things I thought I was never capab...e of thinking!! I would wait until my wife went to work then I would slip into my favorite pair of pantyhose and hurriedly get online to chat with my new found friends.One guy in particular began to strike deep interest in me. He sounded exactly like me, a couple years older, but married and hiding his fetish from his wife. He also seemed like he. She ran her hand up along my chest and cupped my chin”after all she has you”. She then took her hand away then asked ,”why would she tell me each time I broke up with someone to try you. Most of the time I thought she was just kidding,but now I feel that she wasn't,”she said. She was holding her hands on her chest then said “I guess this time she means it”. I was looking down into her eyes and placed my hand on her cheek “she does mean it” I said.”She knew that I liked you and she wanted you. “Oh my God!” she breathed to herself. “What am I doing?”She tossed and turned for more than an hour before sleep brought relief, but once again her dreamed were filled with sex and surrender to the young man who ravished her unrelentingly.Monday brought school for David and Gwen was out looking for a job not long afterward. But Monday brought nothing, as did Tuesday, as did Wednesday. She seemed to be overqualified for the lesser jobs and not experienced enough for the better ones.Thursday was. She isn’t used to my sensitivity and never will be. At last she says, ‘I do try.’ Her words are mistimed. They make me feel even more awkward. Judging when to say things is an instinct she doesn’t possess. ‘Shall I get back to work, Alex, or do you want to talk some more?’ Nobody else in the universe could get away with a question like this and I know I’d be a fool to answer. Plus, I’m beginning to feel real bad. ‘Were you using the alien radio to try and hear other human beings?’ She asks. She.