I blushed and felt completely embarrassed that I barely had any clothes on - even though this was just a phone call and he had no idea what I was wear...ng and nobody could possibly see me."Yes. Who's calling?" I asked, with a slight crack in my voice. I knew it was him, but I somehow wanted to make sure I wasn't imaging this, or it wasn't just some asshole who just happened to sound like him."It's Chris, from Dr. Fiskar's. You asked me to call?" He sounded so innocent, like we were in. I left the boxes where they were and went to find a strong drink. It didn't help with the pain but it took away some of my anger. I started putting the letters into different piles, each from a different guy. When I had finished I had ten piles of letters. Ten different affairs and I had had no clue, no wonder she hadn't any left for me. That was enough for today; my heart couldn't take anymore. I grabbed the bottle and slowly I watched the level go down until the world blacked out.Those boxes. He stopped again for a moment, searching for her eyes in the dim light, and she blinked approvingly, so he continued. Lifting his hands further, he could feel the thin band of her panties now, and his hands slid around over her butt, pulling her out from the wall just a little again, and sliding his hands carefully over her small cheeks, caressing happily the tightly delightful mounds of skin, sliding his hands up past the top of her panties, and back again, over the mounds, his fingers sliding. In the late night chill, your hands would slide under my shirt, exploring the contours of my chest and in response I would lean back, pressing my body more firmly against yours. My hand would slide back to squeeze your thigh, hinting for you to take things further. As your hand slides down to my thigh, you can feel something warm expanding down my pant leg under your soft touch. You can feel my body tense, and though you cannot hear it above the wind, you know I moaned when you squeezed my cock.