Setting down the two wadded-up paper napkins at the end of the table, I finally looked up at my co-worker and asked, “Now that my mouth isn’t full...of soda, could you repeat your previous question?”Blushing again, June glanced over at the nearby couple before giving me a sheepish look. “I think you heard me correctly. And while the ambient noise in this restaurant is typically sufficient to carry out a relatively private conversation, I think I’ve gone too far past my comfort limit to continue. She hated discussing anything to do with sex. Too bad. I wanted to talk about it and she would do as she was told.“Hold it properly. The most sensitive place is here,” I moved her hand so her thumb rested just where I wanted it. “Now, like this,” I put my large male hand over her liver-spotted old one and moved it back and forth. Once she had the rhythm I took my hand away. I reached down and started pulling on her elderly teats as she wanked me. I enjoyed the sensation for a minute or so – I. "Your bosom, in a bra, could be prominently displayed from one end of the country to the other. Of course they wouldn't see your face, but I know you wouldn't mind that."That tickled me. One of the girls where I was living had specifically hired on to model, and she had a book full of pictures. I could have one like that with pictures of bras and panties. It would be pretty funny.Two days later I'd taken my last Customer Service call and was shipped off to see how well I did in person. I was. You know, those ways you thought were so sexy when we talked about them on our honeymoon. Hey, how are you dealing with our separation?”“Are you sure there isn’t more? One of the guys on the alternative shift has been hitting on me and says there are always women out there that like being sluts. Is that how you handle your hornies? You’ve never said, just like you’ve never said how far you are from being a virgin like I was.”[a few more days later]“Those ideas aren’t much help. I’ve tried them..