You are offering me a woman who is married to another man. How am I to feel about this?”“I know. I thought about this before I said anything to he.... But I’m not ‘offering’ her. I don’t possess or own her, nor can I dole out her sexual favors to whoever comes calling. I’m simply giving her permission that she’d never give herself. Sexual exploration is part of who we are, and part of why we are. The only thing I can offer is freedom. And by the way, I’m not offering it to you, I’m offering it to. Then it spoke again, “Are you sure? Very well and I shall leave now then.” That was when I shook my head and my face flushed with another blush that said it all. The creature let out another one of those sinister laughs as he returned his hands to my body and answered me upon my reaction, “That is what I thought. You don’t really want me to stop.” It was true. I would have gotten on the ground and begged him not to go if he had attempted to leave. My body was just too turned on and the panties. She ordered a cup of coffee and two cannolis, and settled down to wait, staring into distance. I sat watching her lovely face. Her cheeks were round and fat, and very smooth. She had huge beautiful eyes and a very small, delicate mouth with a subtle curve of the lips. Her nose was straight, short and incredibly cute, pierced with a small ring on the side. She wore her hair short, but not too short. There was a flowery tattoo on her left shoulder.Her coffee arrived, and I watched her open her. 'We're in a theater!,' I whispered urgently to her. 'I know,' she said calmly, her soft brown eyes looking into mine. I had to look down to be sure it was the same person doing the wonderful things to me with her smooth slender fingers. She leaned over and bit me gently on the ear, while her hand moved in slow, gentle strokes. I strained, about to come when she abruptly stopped. She tucked me back into my shorts, forcing my erection in. I hated the teasing. I slipped an arm around her.