With that thought, a memory flashed vividly before the old man’s still vibrant eyes. He could see Philippe de la Croix’s face as clear as day, the...blue eyes, the short-sheared light brown hair, the aquiline features. His sardonic voice as he repeated an old Yiddish proverb: ‘No option is still an option.’ The Jew in the French Résistance, who had Aryan eyes and a name that translated to ‘of the Cross’, had disappeared not long after the old man had met him. Possibly deeper into the underground,. I was so wet it was nice and slippery. My other hand found its way to my tits. I rubbed each one and pinched my nipples. I slid a finger into my pussy lips and found my clit. Marks breathing became faster as he jacked his cock rapidly. I moaned and threw my head back. My pussy juices were starting to drip onto his seat. I rubbed my swollen clit as he dipped his fingers into some of my wetness. He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted my juices. I moaned and he started the car back up. A. I ordered him to place a dresser right in front of the bed. When he turned to look at me for further instructions, I saw his eyes light up and then quickly look away. When he looked back, I spread them a little wider. Just playing the game was so fucking HOT. He paced a bit and I could see his silky athletic shorts begin to bulge.“Can you come here for a minute Jake”His words came slow,“Do you think that’s a good idea Mrs. Rodgers? “Just sit…and talk with me for a minute” I demanded and tapped. Sadly with most close relationships, we fell in love. This was a problem for many reasons. First off, he was married. He loved his wife but she had not given him anything in the ways of sex for a very long time. I was with a man at the time who I felt I loved, but still he never seemed to compare to my friend. “I love you,” He would tell him. “You know that right?” “Yeah I know,” I would answer. Dying inside to scream it back. “You are a great friend who I love dearly.” I hated him. So many.