Not necessarily in a sexual way but very flirty. Well, she got a phone call and jumped up. I grabbed her ass and she smiled real big and then went to ...et the phone. It was the guy she had been seeing. He was coming over to drop off an outfit he got her and smoke. She told him she had company but he said he wasn't staying long. She sat back on the couch and sat close again and started touching me. I pulled her spaghetti straps down and started rubbing her nipples. She grabbed my pussy and. I punch him twice in the face and once right in the solar plexus knocking the wind from him. I pick him up, seeing red and throw him through a cars windshield. I punch out the drivers side window of the car, unlock the door and pull him back out onto the blacktop, with him landing in a puddled mass of pain. “I told you motherfucker, you'd better kill me,” I say kneeling down on his chest as he struggles to throw me off, “Now it's over.”I grab him by his greasy slick hair, pulling his head up. In fact, better yet, make it part of your routine in the morning to fix me one.” Gretchen would never forget the look on her satisfied customer’s pompous, arrogant face after complimenting her exemplary barista skills. Today, however, the fantasy that put her over the edge was the thought that, each day, her boss seemed to knock back the ceramic cum-caked container with more and more verve than the day before. It was subtle, but it was there. Yesterday, the distinct sound of a drained coffee. ” His tone had changed completely.“Mistaken? Nice choice of words. No, I am not mistaken. I watched them fuck and even recorded it. I can send you the part where she tells him how good his big cock feels in her pussy. Would you and Mrs. Wallace want to see that?”“Oh shit, you’re serious. How could she be that stupid? What are you going to do Glenn?”“I don’t know Mr. Wallace. What would you do if you found your wife fucking one of your neighbors? What would your children think about their mother.