He walked over, kissed me on the cheek and asked me what was for dinner. I told him and he asked how long until it would be ready and I told him and t...en he told me he would be in the den going over some papers he'd brought home from work and to call him when dinner was ready. It was the same every night. I don't know why he even bothered. He could just come in the front door, holler out he was home and go straight to the den and wait for me to come get him when the food was on the table.I. “I love you and always will.” “You’re not mad at me for having an affair?” I thought about this for a moment. “No,” I said. “How can you not be?” she asked. “I cheated on you. With a woman, too. You’re married to a lesbian.” “Come on,” I said. “The sex we just had was about as straight as it comes.” “So you’re married to a bisexual.” “So are you,” I said. This took a moment to sink in. “What?” I took a deep breath. “You’ve been honest with me,” I said. “I have to be honest with you.” . I could feel those big boobs and now even her thighs brushing against mine. As she wrapped her soft hands around my waist for support, I thought I will burst right then and there in my pants. With great difficulty I could control myself and later, the bike. The 45 minute ride back home was the best in my life. Every time I would curse that my home was so far from the airport but today the way she was clinging to me in all that traffic and those sudden brakes that I applied intentionally,I. Let's face it -- playing with the heel could take some forethought so it doesn't puncture anything important!" I'm really wet." She reached down, and then put a finger in my mouth. "Taste. Want me to suck you first, or are you ready?" I'm as ready as I've ever been." Oh, Curt, you are inspiring me to use words like I've never done before. I want to fuck in this dress. I want you to watch the skirt sliding back and forth over my upper thighs ... my taut, delicious upper thighs. I want it to play.