I am married, she is divorced and to top it off we work for the same company. Our offices are separated by 1500 miles. I guess that was a good thing. ...his kept us from running headlong into each other at high speed, something we managed to attempt anyway. We just never collided, really. I know in my heart that if I had been able to look deeply into her eyes in the first few days or taste of her lips just once, I would have done or given anything to keep her. As it was, she came to her senses. They were warm, her blood flowed through her hands. It gave it some electricity. The pounding of her pulse. I didn’t just feel it through her palms, I felt it in her neck. My arms reached up to be wrapped around her. They rubbed through the back of her hair. The short bristles tickled my finger tips. My head leaned back to look at her. A kiss was placed on my forehead. Then lower, on my eye, followed by a few placed on my cheek. Like I said it was magical. Her lips touched mine. They weren’t. I couldn’t believe he said what he just said.“You’re fucking kidding me? That’s your brother?” asked the stranger.“I kid you not! Connie, turn over and say hello to our guests, sweetheart,” Benny said.Motherfucker! He’s really doing this to me, isn’t he? Well, there’s no place to run to and this is the kind of thing I’ve always masturbated to so, what the hell. I rolled over, sat up, adjusted my top and said, “hello fellas.”They laughed and said, “you weren’t kidding! This girl is a guy! Did. .there’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to make herself feel good.” At my gentle encouragement, she slowly moved her hands again to cup her breasts, but still seemed unsure. Slowly, I traced my fingertips from her thigh where my hand had been resting up her stomach, causing her breath to hitch. I softly placed my hand over hers, then did the same with my other. “Is this okay?” I whispered. She nodded slightly, and I gently squeezed her hands in mine. Even over her shirt and.