My father just died and I feel bad because I feel I neglected him of precious time. There is so much I wish I would have done with him and it sucks th...t I didn't. You understand that don't you?" I do, honey, but that's not what I am talking about." Then what?" What was this woman getting at?"Lisa!" Huh? What about her?" Where did that come from?She just looked at me like there was something there I wasn't seeing or getting."Please, Joe, isn't it obvious? You are still in love with her," she. "Oh, God," I moaned. "Please no."He shrugged, acknowledging my despair. "The better of two evils, Melissa. I promise not to look, if that helps."I eyed him, frustrated. Then, as the first police car screeched around the corner a block down and attempted to block the intersection, I ground my teeth and reached back to unlatch my bra. I stopped, dropped my arm and re-crossed it over my chest with the other.He gave me a wry, whatever you want look."No!" I protested. "I can't unhook it, Cooper!"His. Even though I had read the book before, the scene in the book still turned me on. With one hand holding the book, I took the other hand and started to pinch my nipples one by one till they were both swollen and very hard and throbbing. I slowly started to move my hand onto my pussy, I spread my pussy lips apart with a finger I was already very wet. I got so excited knowing there was a chance someone could walk up and catch me playing with my pussy and sliding fingers into my ass. I heard. ” She knew this time that she would have to act fast so that Brent wouldn’t have time to refuse. It worked.Jess turned around quickly and pointed her ass at Brent.“Slave Aaron,” Jess said to me, “could you help Sir Brent impale this slave with his cock?”I groaned very softly. I didn’t really object to the guy that I had just met fucking my wife; after all, our relationship meant that I got plenty of action from strange women that I wouldn’t otherwise. It was more that I wasn’t fond of handling.