I waited, immobile for a few seconds without protesting – he probably got the clue and started pressing his fingers against my knee. I slid my knee ...owards his till my knee touched his. This was enough for him to get started he must have now been sure of my ‘interests’. He slowly started sliding his palm from my knee upwards and reached my thighs gave it a slow squeeze. He then reached my groin – he reached quite fast with his large hands. I slid further down in my seat positioning myself for. "The shopkeeper turned her attention to her mother. "No, Mama, you're mistaken. You've never met-"Her mother almost bolted out of her chair. She reached for me, and I backed up. "Yes I do, dammit. I know him!"Another man walked over. "Dutchie, calm yourself or you'll have another stroke."The only thing that made any sense was that Dutchie was the older woman in the picture on the younger shopkeeper's side table the day I shared her first intercourse. But that day I'd only met her father, who'd. I really, really didn't want to fuck this up. I love her, a lot. "Yes, for the most part." What are you not getting that you want?" she asked."Nasty" I said, breathlessly. "Pornographic, lustful, quadruple X-Rated." I stopped there. I needed to see how she was going to react at this point."I don't know what you mean and..." I cut her off there."Yes, you do." I jumped in. "We WERE that at one point in time, remember? For Christ's sake, I licked and fucked your ass! I'd fuck you, cum in you, then. Shouldn't I be forgiving of any warping that may have resulted? The prospect of testing him was just so intriguing that I couldn't stop thinking about it, but I decided that I should take it slowly and only test for what might strengthen our marriage, not for what might further damage my opinion of him. But strengthening our marriage would mean discovering things that I wanted to discover. That meant searching my soul for what those things might be. That is I how I came to be prepared for a.