This would keep my mind occupied during this painful period so that I wouldn't constantly be thinking about things Lisa did with Bob.I talked it over ...ith Lisa and she agreed we should take it slow. We began dating. I would see her two sometimes three times a week for dinner or a movie and most often sex. We were having sex more now than we had been having before our problem. The divorce became final and we both decided that was okay.Things seemed to be going fine. I got a promotion at work and. She could feel that his hand was moving just a little bit and seemed to rub just in the right place and she could feel the knuckle pressing right on her clit, this was getting a bit too much but she couldnt stop herself now, she worked this to her advantage and just kept moving while she rubbed him down and kept the hand just in the right place as she worked, she could tell she was very wet and knew she was on the verge of coming. She massaged more vigorously and pressed her cunt into his fist. Maybe this was a way for him to feel special? Did he slip the bartender a few extra bucks to point him out? Maybe he frequents here enough that he is known by name? The familiar smell and sights of the interior greet my eyes as they strained to adjust to the dimness. I glanced around and see no one inside that resembles Paulie from his profile. FUCK, this guy is messing with me, he better not be some fat fuck slob with no life. More importantly than that, she better be his real wife. I. Those days were long past, and everything had changed. My dad was very fond of John, back than, my dad took him under his wing and showed him how to succeed. At the time, John was eighteen, and hadn't a clue about life outside of his parents. That's how we met, but I was the fifteen year old ticket to jail, so he kept me a safe distance.Later that night, I sent him up to my room, and I put the kids to bed.After the kids were sound asleep, I went to get ready for his Christmas present. Sure, we.