‘Okay,’ what did she just say at the end of that, I look at her as she walks away placing the call. ‘Hello,’ Kate starts, as I hear her part o... the conversation, ‘could you ease connect me to Mr. River, I’m Mr. Jones’s assistant from the day before…just let him know that Mr. Jones would like to speak with him please…thank you…. Hello Mr. River…Donnie…it’s Kate, Aden’s assistant, I’m calling to see if you wouldn’t mind rescheduling your dinner with him tomorrow…nothing’s happen he just won’t be. But even more than amazing than she felt, it was that feeling of wanting to be alive that she made rise up in me that made me want to scream in joy. Her musk came up and I was panting, wanting to suck the scent of her into me. I couldn’t pull out much because she kept me wrapped in her legs. My good arm held my weight against the mirror and I panted leaning over her as I thrust. She came almost instantly and tightened her hold on me wanting more.“One more thing,” she was panting now too, her. He is addicted to porn and loves to masturbate more than to make love to me. If we divorced, we would both be losers, and so he will not do that, while I to date have never found an age-appropriate man who interested me or who could meet my sexual expectations. Thus the pups.”“Does he know about what you do when you go out?”“Not only does he know, but he insists I give him a blow by blow, no pun intended, description of my exploits.”“So he’s a cuckold.”“Yes, but to date, he has not wanted to. "It was fabulous," I replied. Then came the shock. She had relayed my "experience" to some of her girlfriends, and they would love to do something similar. "And your house being empty, means we can do this easily. We're all working, so how about Sunday afternoon?" It hit me like a bullet. This is what my fiction had caused. I was not ready for this, but I could hardly back down. What excuse could I make? I was genuinely worried about the consequences. I knew Pat, and being naked, just with her,.