"Better, now that it's over. I'm not sure I want to go through that again, but ... god, he's so beautiful, and so tiny. Do you remember what we decide... to name him if it was a boy?" she asked, smiling. She was actually smiling. I felt my whole spirit lift with that one gesture."Yah ... I remember. Jonathan Michael Browne. Jon for your father, Mike for mine," I smiled."Yes. Say hello to Jon Browne, Father," she smiled up at me.I don't think I'd felt that good about anything in a long time. Our. "May I sit here?" he asked."Of course," Helen replied. He was round and well dressed, not unattractive and, thankfully, quiet and pleasant. They ate without much conversation. Helen sipped her wine and began to realize what was bothering her. She had planned on a night or two of pleasure with Johannes in Geneva, and they'd gone up in smoke. Then several more days in London, where she had no one to do more than talk to. She recognized the problem. 'I'm horny, ' she told herself. 'It hasn't been. “You like kissing my dirty little mouth, don’t you?” I murmured against his lips. I reached one hand back to slide down the back of my panties, pushing two fingers into my ass and feeling the warmth of cum around them, vigorously finger-fucking my hole as we made out. Then I slid them out and brought them up to my mouth and his. I pushed them in between our lips, momentarily shocking him and making him want to pull back from me, but my other hand moved up to block him from twisting away. I. "Yes they do. If you weren't married, your dance card would be full every weekend." Stop it! You're embarrassing me." No I'm not. You love it. Now, you look like you lost your last friend, which is impossible, since I'm right here. So ... what's bothering you?" Everything," groaned Claire."Oh, come on. It can't be that bad."She suddenly went very still, and her face sobered."It's not John ... is it? He isn't having..." An affair?" Claire finished the sentence for her, but kept it as a question.