‘What are you doing?’ I grinned as if I didn’t know. I liked playing innocent and he loved it too, said it drove him crazy when I teased him. �...�No more teasing, Carmen,’ he grinned, pulling at the button of my jeans. ‘God, I’m going to fuck you so hard,’ he proclaimed, pulling down my jeans while gently pushing me backwards to the handicap stall. It was the only stall with a sink in it. I bit my bottom lip as I rubbed my hand along the crotch of his jeans. God was he hard. Feeling him against. I was his father and he was showing me my wife’s panty.But I was to get more shocked soon. I saw him unzipping himself and take off his trousers, sitting in the chair only in his underwear.“What was he upto?” I thought.I could just see him from waist below, not his face.But his stripping was not to end with that. The very next moment he wriggled out of his underwear too , exposing his erect penis.I had stopped thinking. I was beyond it. My senses had been numbed – both at the behaviour of my. “I believe my response is supposed to be ‘humor me’,” I chuckled.“It’s hard to answer from one conversation. I know Bethany really, really well. I’m totally comfortable with her and I could easily live with her for the rest of my life. I could even see sharing your bed, if that’s what the two of you wanted. I don’t know that about Jessica. It’s too soon to tell.”Share our bed? That was a question for another time.I nodded, “I suppose that’s a fair answer.”“Are you really considering that. She saw Brad off to the office after breakfast, then dropped the kids at school. Throughout her aerobic workout, she was preoccupied with what she would do -- even to the degree that one of the other exercisers asked if anything was wrong. Sondra assured her she just had a lot on her mind, a true statement if ever there was one.Upon her return home, she packed both suitcases, at the moment determined to go with Brad and forget this sexual fantasy which was rapidly growing into an obsession..