..what do you mean? I mean I haven't doneanything illegal. What are you talking about?? Margaret leaned back in her seat. The creaking of her swivel c...airwas the only sound. ?Officer Falls, I'm not sure what you're talking about.?, Kim ventured. Margaret nodded her head slowly. Shuffling some papers on her desk,Margaret leaned forward. ?Don't play stupid with me Ms. Johnson. These labresults don't lie. Are you aware I could recommend your probation be revokedand you could be looking at 6 months. He repositioned it pointing up toward his middle. I guess it was uncomfortably constrained pointing down. Not having one I didn’t really know. Then he slowly, gingerly took my hand and guided it down. I let him. Truthfully I wanted to feel it and didn’t need much pushing. I rubbed him through his jeans and he let out a moan and arched his back. I was getting excited to see him under my control. I wanted to see that throbbing guy stick. I wasn’t thinking any more, I just unzipped his jeans and. " Amy said, "If an open marriage is going to work both partners have to be getting some action." Jeanne said, "Maybe they could have tried swinging." I asked, "Jeanne, would that be enough for you? Think about it. We're a middle aged couple. We'd be swinging with other middle aged couples." "That would be all right." "I'm an accountant. I think it's likely that we'd end up with a pipe smoking, college professor wearing a tweed jacket and his fashionable wife." Giggling, Mel said, "What's wrong. I’m oft denied the pleasure and passion of his kisses, remembering them instead in the dreams of my days and the haunt of my nights. I remember fucking him well, though it’s been some time, not by choice, but the realities of life exist. The taste of him, the touch of him, the smell of this man, my love, the memories come back to me time and again. Yet, despite the distance, I feel his presence, his essence every day. His voice makes me weak-kneed and tongue-tied. His words distract me, leave.