" Well, first off, I live just across the state line in a small town called Poplars Cove, just off the interstate. It'll take you a good hour to drive...it, but don't worry, I'll cover your gas for you." Holy shit Rog, you live way the hell up there? Couldn't we, say meet half way or something?" Greg, I wouldn't ask this, especially since we haven't been that close for the last few years, but believe me this is important. It's just, well it would be better if you were here, and well I can explain. “Which coffee is it love?” She asks from the couch. “Your favorite baby! You deserve it, some hot, tasty vanilla coffee…” He smiles again as he speaks these words. “I love you!!! God you spoil me, really I mean…” he interrupts her putting his finger over her lips. “I just love to spoil you honey… you deserve to be spoiled…” he replies. “Oh and did you…” she starts. “Yes I did love, I thought of everything.” He replies. “You’re the best…” She compliments him. “I am yours!” He replies.He takes. Her hand slipped iside my underwear and she slowly stroked my cock while kissing me deeply again. I reached out, part her robe and felt her breasts. She moaned lightly while telling me how good it felt. Pre-cum profusely leaked from my cock while she slowwly stroked it. "You're almost as wet as I am," she giggled. My hand slipped from her breast down her stomach and as I neared her pussy she said, "we need to stop here." I was now confused and frustrated. "I don't want you to stop," she smiled,. My libido told me to go for it. What tipped the scales was the sight of a police cruiser in the distance. I got into the back seat and closed the door, extinguishing the light.She sat motionless, eyes glowing in the darkened car. What was she thinking? Was she weighing the possible consequences? I certainly was. What was I becoming? Only twenty-four hours ago I had crossed another self-imposed boundary by taking advantage of an underling. Had Loretta misconstrued my assurance that 'seeing me'.