"Excuse me, is there something wrong with your car?" That voice sounds familiar. Looking up I saw the familiar boobs. It's her. "Why yes ma'am. I'm ou... of gas and I left my money at home. I'm sorry for being such a pain, I'm really not. I just want to go home and forget all of this." Well, I can put some gas in and I can follow you home and you can pay me back." she says."Ok, cool. Much appreciated."This can't be real. The wife of Captain Douchebag is helping me? This must be a joke, and I bet. She then asked if I could spot her for a few sets. I tried not appear too eager but obviously said yes. I introduced myself and she said her name was Laura and she just moved here from Florida a few days ago. When we got to the rack I helped her load some heavier weight and then she asked me to please stand close to her because she had hurt her knee a while back while squatting. Obviously didn’t object and got close but not close enough were I was touching her. I leaned in to help her get the. ‘Just a couple of days.’ ‘Can I see you?’ ‘What do you mean, see me?’ He smiled. ‘Well I haven’t spoken to you in two years, I assume you must have some news to tell. Can we meet and talk about our lives?’ He was so simple, so genuine. No other man she knew would actually say what he meant. All of the men she knew had perfected the act of cool indifference, they all had the ability to shrug and mutter something appropriately chic, something that left you with less information than you had. She slid down the length of my penis, and I was deep inside her, feeling all the beauty and magic of my love for her. She began to pump me, slowly, swivelling her hips up and down. I thought of how deeply I had longed for her, for so long a time. And here she was, her vagina making love to my penis, and her hands gliding up and down my chest. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back into mine, lovingly. Her eyes rolled up a little and she began.