Helen was short on detail about Joe other than to say he was a straight friend of the gay couple, lived in Brighton and she’d seen him a few times s...nce. Helen recalled a scene from the wedding when She and Joe slipped away to his room in the afternoon and had what she described as “great sex”. Helen then asked a favour she was planning to meet Joe in a few weeks in London as she had before and hoped we might join them. The wife agreed instantly, without any consultation with me. She knew I was. He had short, shock-black hair and breathtaking hazel eyes - a smudge of dirt across his cheek. He'd been shiny with sweat, shirtless, with broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted pectorals with soft-appearing, dark black hair across them leading down in a progressively thinner trail and disappearing into a pair of hunter green carpenter shorts. He had on black Nikes, sockless, and that soft-appearing black hair continued down his well-toned calves. I remembered thinking "Oh my G-d, my very. Over the next six months working long hours together we managed to turn it around to a point even the bank were pleased we were now on first name terms although it was hard at first calling Mom Jayne. The months fled by working close to Jayne we had developed a strange relationship not Mother and Son but as close friends we dined out at least once a week nothing happened apart from holding hands, once or twice we took in a movie when we sat my arm automatically went around her shoulder and yes. She could tell by the way she carried herself, her movement fluid. She was sexy, there was no denying that. Her body had an actual visceral reaction to her. And she had found her looking at her a few times, both of them studying one another. And then she had found herself in the stall with her, the girl's eyes pulling her in. Her mouth, her hand on her breast...she felt her body surge, knew desire when she felt it...felt confused. And she drank more. She remembered the girl at the end of the.