"No. I'm in Washington. It's a university business thing. But you're only about fifty miles away, and I've got my Avis rental." I ... wrote to you, La...s, about my ... meeting somebody." Already in an exclusive relationship?" he said. "I thought we really clicked when you were in Coral Gables in March."Well, there was no denying that, and Susan didn't try."We did click, Lars. But a lot has happened. I wrote to you about it." Oh, I got the emails. But listen, Suz, I didn't expect you to be an. Instead, I stayed home and did what I could to prepare myself. I laid my outfit for the evening. A short, tight, black sleeveless dress lay upon my bed. A pair of bright red pumps with four-inch heels. My crucifix, silver and ornate, given me upon my confirmation into the Orthodox church. My mask, bright blue, and plain. And then my chosen undergarments for this evening.An hour spent in front of the mirror perfected my makeup. Bright red lipstick, some extra base to hide freckles. Dark eye. By this time, her blushing torso was covered in large goosebumps and her areolae seemed somehow crinkled even more tightly.As my fingers completed their round trip to the top of her breasts, I altered their position a bit and lightly drug my nails down her left breast. She gasped as I drug a nail across the nipple. When I reached out with my other hand and proceeded to pinch and tug simultaneously on both nipples a soft moan escaped her lips as she trembled in a minor orgasm.While still tugging. Let me tell you about my wife. Her name is Lisa is 5 foot, nine inches tall with long brown hair that cascades to her breasts. Lisa has gorgeous tits, firm, jutting out that need no support. In the office she wears a 38C cup bra but at home and on weekends, goes braless. Lisa is an outdoor girl, very athletic and in consequence has a permanent olive skin tan year around. She loves her sex, is broad minded about what we do and is very demanding which I cannot complain about. I am six foot three.