"So what do you want to talk about cutie?" I sat next to her and she put an arm around me, she cupped a hand around one of my breast, they were about ...he same size as hers. Even though I knew I couldn't let myself get swept up in this I couldn't help but let out a little moan "Ooh someone liked that, are you sure you're here to talk?" Emily said as she pushed me down and got on top of me, mashing our breast together as she pinned me down."If you want to talk, talk if not... then let me.....". I spent the week stewing. Was he serious? Was he really cheating? I was so convinced before, but now I was pretty sure he was just playing with my head. I didn't call him all week and for his part he didn't call me. I shared the ordeal with Jeff who was supportive through the week. On Friday I realized I was going to have to go home and deal with the situation when Jeff peeked his head in the door and asked if I wanted to grab a drink before heading home. I jumped at the excuse not to go home. While he didn’t need pain with his sex, he was willing to tolerate it.“I call,” Lisa said finally, repeating her earlier, premature decision. She wanted to see her husband skewered, but she wanted to do it herself. She was still annoyed about the previous time when the four of them had paired off, her mom and her husband got to fuck and she was stuck with dear old dad. She grinned as she realized the pun she just made...‘Stuck with Dad – stuck on Dad, stuck by Dad ... Incestuous fun any way you. "If you ever write about the yellow shirt, I hope you'll let me see the story before you publish it."She was too busy finding something in her purse to hear me. "My friends don't believe that I know you. Will you write something so they'll believe me?" she asked, handing me a copy of the photo and newspaper column announcing the Reapers' commitment to help the homeless shelter."How's this?," I asked, showing her what I'd written: 'To my friend Brenda, the budding writer, Love, Sammy.'She.