She could feel her arousal level dropping, which would make it harder for her to cum if they started playing around again, and that only increased her...frustration.After Susan poured two glasses of milk and handed one across the counter to Brenda, she said, "Awww, come on. Why the sad look?" It's just that ... I was so close."Susan walked around the counter to sit on one of the stools. But then she decided it would be more comfortable to move to one of the sofas in the living room, so she headed. “You walked right past me, lost in your own little world.”When I still didn’t answer, she folded the section of the paper that she’d been reading and laid it atop the rest. She stood, but I refused to meet her eyes. I just knew that she’d take one look at me and know what I’d done with my relationships and how I’d screwed up my life. I didn’t want her to think I was a bad person, but I couldn’t think of a way to explain things so that I didn’t sound callow.She stepped close to me, and I was. I had fantasized about her on many a night over the past years.My wife of ten years had just turned thirty so I invited all of her girlfriends over to celebrate with her. I had turned it into more of a funeral service instead of a happy birthday celebration. Black was the color of the decorations and doom was the theme.Anyway eight of her closest friends came over and were really partying hard. Gina B was also thirty but still single and just as gorgeous as ever. She had curly brown hair to her. I tried to talk her out of it, but I couldn't. I told her that I could back off, let her stand up for herself more, that I thought I was doing the right thing-but that, if I wasn't, we could work it out. She said no, that it would never work, that I was too tied up in 'rescuing' her from her stepfather. She said she'd be eternally grateful to me for that, but she needed to get away from it." Shortly thereafter, I heard she was going out with Rocco Santelli. Rocco was a senior when we were.