"Yes, I suppose it has been, it still is" Have I spoilt it?"I put an arm around her and she rested her head on my chest."No, no you've not spoilt it s...eet Jen, all you've done is to improve it"I felt her cheek moving against my chest as she smiled,"You don't always fuck your words up you know, sometimes you get them exactly right!" Just saying what I feel sweetheart" I squeezed her shoulder."Hey?"I nearly jumped out of my skin at what seemed like the urgency in her voice."What is it?" What did. I watched his shaking hand touch her bare breast forthe first time, squeezing and gently pinching. I couldsee her nipples harden under his fingers as he pulledthem. He caressed her inner thigh slowly teasing a pathto her most intimate feminine treasure. She arched andhung her head backward as his fingers pushed into her.Her hands were clenched into tight fists as shetrembled in orgasm. Motionless, I felt a jolt of sexualenergy surge through my body feeding my voyeur’shunger. I was full of. I chipped in further by saying, "It's so unappealing whereas yours is so arousing and sexy! Your husband is a very lucky man to have you." Well, too bad he is always busy. Sometimes I wondered whether he even notice what I wore!" She replied dejectedly.That seemed to be a big hint that she had just thrown to me. It seemed to me that she was picking up the clue and responded to play the flirting game with me."Oh no! If I were him, I would love to keep you warm every night!" She looked at me and. I looked like a teenage boy, with the bad hair and almost flat chest. If I wore something with a skirt, and that showed off my small cleavage, then there was no doubt. I could also wear a slightly padded push up bra, if I really wanted to make the 'I'm a chick damn it' statement. Most of the time, I didn't care whether the people I dealt with could figure it out or not.So the game began almost on time. I sold my sweater, my tee shirt and my jeans to the bank for 3000 chips. When I sat down I.