The erratically flickering candles showing up the sweat on our bodies, the creamy-white juices on our semi-hard penises. You like what you see, you ge... a sudden rush of desire to hold them both, to squeeze and lick them. You smile wickedly at us, lean back on your elbows and part your legs slightly in an inviting gesture. But instead of one of us coming to you as you had expected and hoped, I walk around the side of the bed holding a silk scarf I must have taken out of the bag. I roll it up and. I knew it would take me that long to get my shirt and tie on and my suitand shoes. I had no time to take off my bra or my panties or pantyhose. This was the first time I had gone out to work with not only panties andpantyhose on but also wearing a bra.I would be obliged to wear my suit all day as the bra would otherwiseshow through my shirt as I had noticed as I was putting on my tie. ThenI noticed if I was to pull up my trousers it would open up my jacketrevealing my bra through the shirt. . I walked around to the drivers window to introduce myself. The window was down and I smelled alcohol! I introduced my self to her father. He definitely wasn’t what I would have expected, for such a polite young lady, I would have expected at least the same from her parents. He didn’t shake my hand, and seemed to be in a hurry. He yelled, “get in the fucking car!” She look mortified when he screamed.He seemed sober enough to me, but to be on the safe side I made sure to. The next time, my wife came home early and caught us buck-naked on the couch in the den. She made quite a scene: told the other wife, told her parents and mine, and next thing I know I’m divorced. I decided it’d be easier to start over in another place, so I moved down here. “And since then?” I asked. “No other guys,” he said. “A few women, just to prove to myself I wasn’t gay. But I was never happy. I kept thinking about that guy. We talked on the phone a few times, secretly, but never got.