‘Get on with it, get it out. What’s holding you back?’ She let her eyes wander around the office for answers. It was really just a cubby hole, s...all and unkempt. ‘Get on with it!’ ‘Harry,’ she began, and immediately felt uncomfortable. ‘What is his surname anyway? Why is he giving me that smug, full-attention look as if I’m the most important thing in his life when I know he has someplace else to be?’ Nancy wondered again. ‘Harry, I would like to ask you a question.’ There, it was out. That. I Would not know.”“Well, I KNOW! And it’s not fun.”“Anyway, you didn’t have sex with her. You just gave her a couple of small kisses. You make a big deal out of nothing.”“Not a couple of small kisses? We french kissed for fifteen minutes, and she even rubbed my crotch with her hand, and I liked it!”“Now that you are mentioning it, it was kind of hot.”“Shut up!”“Alex, just calm down, okay? She didn’t know, and you didn’t know. That was an honest mistake. That's all. It is not as if you are. Oh she did it herself. She'd done it. She'd licked and kissed her husband's cock during foreplay, and it was fun. But seeing someone else? No. And live, right now, unfolding before her? And not just foreplay? Never.It was all so wrong. Sure there were women who did that, and more. But this wasn't a prostitute. It was Ann. Ann doing fellatio. Doing Ann's husband of twelve years, like some debased slut, in a public place where anyone could catch them. None of it was anything Ann would do. You'd. "Grampa, did you and Gramma have any toys you played with?" Morgan asked as she licked the last vestiges of my orgasm frm her lips.I considered lying to her about it when Marnie started sliding her hand up and down my wilted length. "In her closet, there's a box of her stuff." I said as my conscience wavered, yet again. Morgan soon returned with the box, a look of surprise and glee all over her face. "What's this one?" she said holding up a purple silicone, Y-shaped object."That was Gramma's.