Her husband was watching TV but turned it off to fix her favorite bourbon and water and give her his full attention. He asked the question in the titl.... Her reply, “Yes and no, honey. I’m home early.”She was a statuesque redhead with long hair and blue eyes. A shape that had grabbed men’s attention all her life. A very sexually desirable woman who had the libido to match. Jeff, her husband for the last two of her twenty-four years sometimes wondered why she had chosen him from the many suitors. “errrrm you know!” she said in a timid voice, “do I?” I questioned, “ I may suspect but I need you to be clear about what we are doing – you do know why you’ve just sat on a train for hours don’t you?” “I’ve come to see you” she tried to answer but with avoiding the question specifically, I wasn’t going to allow her to get away that easily. “tell me exactly!” I said firmly but with a smile. A deep breath was taken and I was sure her buttons would burst “I want you to use me” she said with her. "You were hitting the ball OK, there," Sandy observed."Yeah. And, and that's real meaningful, because our batting-practice pitcher is wingin' 'em in there something fierce! He's deceptive! And he must be throwing, oh, at least 70 miles an hour!" Sarcasm isn't your strong suit," Sandy said."What am I gonna do, Sandy?" You're going to punt. For just this one game. If Paul Warren's as bright as I think he is, he won't call on you, even to pinch-hit. Not tonight." Then what?" Then we're going back. Your eyes dart around to see if anyone is watching but no one is paying attention to us. I slowly glide my fingers over the smooth panties, making sure I don't apply too much pressure. You look around, trying to maintain your composure while I slowly move my hand inside your panties to feel if you're wet. You are! Lovely! I stick a finger inside. I touch your clit and your eyes start to roll. You're enjoying it yet, at the same time, you're afraid anyone will notice. I continue to rub and put.