This was a cab ride I would never forget. The whole way she kept her legs draped across my lap allowing me to stroke, caress, and toy with them to my ...eart's content. The attention was obviously stimulating to her as well as she would moan softly under my ministrations. During the ride through the evening traffic, I tried to pump her for personal information. I was able to ascertain that she was divorced, an independent businesswoman, and not a prostitute baiting me along. She did, however,. “Ready as I’ll ever be” she replied as she dropped her dress and fussed with her hair in the mirror.“Well” I added, “You really look incredible.”I walked the few steps to the door and pulled it open. There stood Dave, smiling and carrying a small military-type duffle bag and two plastic shopping bags. “Hey Buddy” I said, “Come on in.”He glanced my way, handed me the grocery bags of food, smiled and then fixated on my wife as he walked into the room.“Wow, Sheryl” he said to her, “You look really. I think her mom sensed something foul but never said anything, she saw her girl was happy and didn’t care.We finished putting all her stuff into the cars and left for her new place, it was about 25 mins from her old place, we reached there and I found out her new apartment is on the second floor, I wasn’t happy as I would have to lift her bed and all heavy stuff up the stairs, well I had no choice and started to put the stuff up one by one, and continued teasing Tish in the middle and she was. She was absolutely gorgeous. I was stunned. "Oh, Debbie," I stammered. "You look wonderful. Come in." She walked in without saying a word, just looking around. "I should have put something else on," I said. "Oh, you're just fine, Marcia. There I said your name." What was going on? "You have a lovely home." "Thank you. Please sit down. Can I get you something to drink?" "Just water, thank you." She sat down on the couch, neatly crossing her legs, setting herpurse on the couch.