"You know..." She started to say, but stopped as we neared the sliding glass door to the bedroom of the house. I took her elbow and steered her back t... the bench and we sat down and faced one another."Hey, Kat, we just finished boffing each other. Feel free to talk to me." Yeah, you're right, Ned. The truth is that I wanted you to do me." But you also had an ulterior motive, am I right?" Yeah ... how'd you know that?" I'm a really good guesser, Kat." You are," she admitted, and then told me a. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, belligerently enough to draw a couple of stares."Yes, Kyle, I know exactly who you are. Why don't you sit down?"He paused for a moment, surprised I knew his name. "I don't want to sit down. I want you to leave my wife alone, you asshole." I won't be doing that, Kyle," and then, with just enough steel, "Sit down."He looked around the room and then at me sitting there, book on the table, fork down, ready for any of his shit and he made the right decision. He sat. My nails rubbed the whole length of her upper thigh. My rubbings were mindless. I enjoyed the touch. I heard channels changing in the living room. “Can I ask you something, Mrs. Shepherd?” “Sure,” I said. “I’m sorry about Chad. I don’t know . . .” “He told me he had sex with you. Is that true?” Ruh roh. I gripped her thigh. Feeling the muscle tense slightly in return, I eased up and began smoothing her leg with my hand. “Yes,” I acknowledged, “we had sex a couple times recently. Please don’t. Her grip was loose and cautious as she ran her hand up and down the shaft a bit. ‘It’s okay to hold a little tighter,’ he told her. ‘It won’t shatter.’ She laughed nervously as her fingers closed more tightly. She continued to stroke up and down the length of Jacen’s cock, somewhat fascinated by the shape of it. ‘Is this how you usually do it?’ she asked. ‘You know, when you… masturbate?’ ‘That’s the basic movement, yeah,’ he replied, watching her hand move up and down his shaft. ‘Sometimes I.