.I don't want to take advantage of me .. I said looking at herI understand, she said watching the coffee.And tomorrow you will say what not? She said ...aughing at the reflection in cupI don't think I can refuse, I answered shakilySit here pointed to her sideShe served and the coffee stuck to her lips wetting them.As soon as I sat down she leaned on my shoulderWhy don't you think you can? I ask softlyI babble nonsense while she waited for an answerYou really liked itOf courseHow honest she said. Buy Snickers. Buy Butterfingers. Buy Reese's.Don't buy hard candy." I bought Snickers," I said."Good." She went back to her TV program.By now, Halloween was on her mind, however. The questions kept coming.Suddenly, my wife was Alex Trebek."So what did you decide to wear to the party?" she said."I haven't," I said. "Maybe the Lone Ranger. What do you think?" The Lone Ranger? What? Is this your grandfather's party? No one under theage of dead has ever heard of the Lone Ranger." Well, they had. He looked at me again nervously but I told him to feel her ass which he did instantly. Clare leaned in and they started to kiss and Clare moved Stevens hands onto her breasts whilst her hands moved down to his pants. She undid his fly and started to stroke his cock as his hands groped her ass. I was sat in the corner watching and encouraged Steven to taste her breasts. She pushed herself into him and he was soon sucking her nipples. Clare pulled away from Steven and suggested they go to the. The apartment wasn’t in one of my own buildings, but I covered the financial trail well.I did love Marsha, you see. I really did, I loved to be with her, to talk to her and hold her in my arms; but we somehow hardly ever had sex.I didn’t want to leave her, and I knew that Christy would probably leave me sooner rather than later.I suppose a lot of readers will think I’m a scumbag, screwing such a young girl, my own son’s ex-girlfriend, cheating on my good wife. I often thought so myself; but.