I lost my self for a minute and almost got caught. When she got things in order she stood next to me while I signed the forms. As I did she rubbed my ...ack and said I had one more visit and she would see me in a week. But her smile was more then a casual grin. There was something behind it.I wondered if in fact she did catch me, but didn’t mind? She knew I was married, she knew I have two kids, and did she now know that I was looking at her breasts? I have nothing to be ashamed about. I’m 42, in. ”It was one small bit of consolation, at least to Rachel, that “the asshole” had been left with the cost of the wedding reception even though no one actually went to it. The caterers, band and photographer still had to be paid, having signed contracts that had passed the date he could get any kind of refund. In addition, without the money he expected to get as gifts, all of it had to come out of his own pocket.Faced with several thousand dollars in bills, he’d actually had the nerve to suggest. I had to stop thinking about him, it was driving me mad, so I texted back: Pick me up?She replied: On my way!By the time she'd arrived, I'd fixed my hair and put a drop of perfume behind my ears. I picked one of my nice new panties and a bra that lifted my breasts to their best advantage, some warm wool pants, and a nice seasonal sweater. I looked smashing, but felt smashed. Maybe it was better to just let him go back to Norfolk and pretend this never happened.When I heard a honk from outside,. She smiled shyly and slid past me, she didn't say a word but blushed as I looked her over. Before the silence became to embarrassing Jayne appeared with their drinks. She, in contrast to Jenny, was wearing a short floaty red dress with matching high heels, her blond hair was freshly cut in a bob and her legs were encased in sheer nylon, stockings I hoped, though I couldn't tell from where I was sat.She slid along the bench seat and finished up next to Jenny, after sipping her drink she looked.