And the front area was large enough to have a love seat and a chair with their usual complement of smallish tables and the like."Here or in the bedroo...?" she said. I had decided that I would take her in the front room. For some reason the bedroom seemed kind of saccharine. Maybe the bedroom for the second round, but the initial go was going to be a little bit different than the usual."Here," I said. I plopped into the chair across from the recliner. The fireplace, which stood ready to light,. I wasn’t having an affair. I was just acting stupid and flirting. It was all in fun. Please, do you understand?”“Not really, Paula. No I don’t understand. What I understand is that my wife, who I loved and respected above all, was out seeking excitement from someone else. Why didn’t you talk to me?”“And say what? That I want to flirt with other men? How do I say that? What would you say if I came to you and told you I planned to flirt with other guys? That I wanted attention from other men?”“I. Robinson stopped talking, he was just starring at my boobs now. “So what do you think, Mr. Robinson,” I asked. “Miss Scarlett, I’m not that kind of person, so please…” he said, but he couldn’t look away from me. “Think again Mr. Robinson,” I said, getting up from the chair and going near his couch. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his chest. I guided his hands to my boobs, and he just couldn’t resist it. While his fingers were slowly moving around my erect nipples, I moved my hand. It had thinspaghetti straps with beautiful bra cups in pink lace with some drapingdown from the cups like a mini dress and of course that little lace bowbetween the bra cups. I love that. Plus the nightgown had matchingpanties, which seemed to be all lace with little pretty bows all overthem, very very feminine.Cathy brought it over to me and whispered in my ear, "Terri, sweetie, doyou think Steve would like this?"I looked stunned and said, "Cathy, I don't think he will see me in thatlittle.