It was my dream to fuck her beautiful ass and suck those luscious tits. I would jerk off to thoughts about her almost all the time. We started to see...each other more often in the halls I would even drop into her shop to say hi and see what she was up to. It was mainly to see how hot she looked that day. We started to talk more and more and more when we saw each other we would talk for like ten minutes then as she walked away I would cut her off. She occasionally ran into me with her tits. "Other husband?" Frank. Look, love. I'm Jill, and she's me. So, in a funny sort of way, you're her husband, and Frank's mine. Can you follow that?"I thought about it. "I wouldn't mind who you did it with. I saw how you were hurting the first time, and anything that takes that away is fine by me. It was you who said you wouldn't want to do it with anyone but me." No I didn't. I said I didn't think I wanted to do it with anyone but my husband. Like I say, Jack, I've got a choice of two. You both. She is pretty, not drop-dead beautiful, but striking. One of her strongest suits is her infectious smile. Riley smiles and laughs with the best of them. Maybe that is the result of having to develop self-coping mechanisms during her crappy marriage. Anyhow, she really is a good-natured and good-looking woman, with long legs, shapely ass, and big boobs. I genuinely liked Riley, and liked having her around the house.I asked, "Riley, let's have ourselves a party too. With Brian gone, let's dive. He seemed more approachable than I had guessed, even with all the stress of the opening of the movies and the presence of a large contingent of paparazzi. I watched as Jill and George met for the first time as well; there seemed to be good chemistry there as well. After all, George and I had been rated as the sexiest men on the planet. Off to the side, I could see all of our agents caucusing and comparing notes: Terry, Jill's agent Helen Ferraro, and George's agent Henri Tourette; each were.