I started looking throughMandy's closet. She was a size 8-10. Her bras were tight around my chestbut the panties fit like my own.I sat around for a wh...le and just tried to absorb what was happening. Iwas married. We had a house. I couldn't do this. I had to try to be a man.Mandy had told me that she didn't want k**s so I had a vasectomy. Thenafter about the first year, our sex lives dissipated to almost nothing.She was tired or working or traveling. I had a few friends from work butit wasn't. She rounded the corner of the couch and sat down beside him. She had bent one leg beneath her and the other on the floor. Typically, her self-consciousness would have alerted her to the fact that she was revealing a lot of skin on that reclined leg. Her robe and nightgown had ridden high as she sank into cushions beside him, but her concern, fear for what might have happened, kept her focus on listening to him. “I meant what I said, son. Anything. We can talk about anything.” Silence. . I was casually stroking Beth's thigh and she was playing with the hair on the back of my neck, as we heard the elevator announce their arrival. Beth stood and moved behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. I took her left hand in my right and gave it a squeeze. I stood up.Josh came into the room followed by Lisa. She was wearing a "power suit" in a light charcoal color that flattered her slight frame. Unlike Beth, Lisa is a petite woman. No conscience to speak of but undeniable fashion. He's also very Catholic! You know what I mean?" I get it," I replied. "But," Carlos said, "he's desperate to make some more money to send home! So, good Catholic, or not, I think he'd...do what you like to do. You know? For the money, that is! Besides," he added with that curious smirk, or smile he could often flash, he's lonely! He's HORNY!" Thank you, Carlos," I replied. "You have always been very helpful to me in these matters; and I know that you probably don't like what it is I do, still,.