We sat on bar stools facing each other. Our legs were intertwined and she was rubbing her nylon clad legs against mine which sent electric pulses thro...gh my body. She knew exactly was she was doing and I loved every minute of it. I love to be teased and she is a master.I reached around her waist and pulled her to me for a kiss �" and as we devoured each other, my hand ran down her back to her ass and I could feel lacy panties beneath the suit she wore. Her stockings were thigh high, near-black,. He had only sucked her breasts half a dozen times in his twenty years of marriage.He simply was not persistent enough in his physical desires, strongly as he felt them; and moreover, he was not experienced enough to know how to be persistent. Though he did not realize it, Cynthia had a latent hot streak which a skilled lover could have brought out and developed to a rich fruitation, but lacking such a lover, she made love only as a duty. She comported herself; she was so sexually frustrated. Although make-up could hide a lot, some of it was still visible. It made her feel uncomfortable if others saw her in public.Her emotional wounds would probably take a lot longer to heal, but I knew she was a strong woman. Our concerns were mostly with the baby. We hoped that the attack wouldn’t have any lingering consequences.Earlier that day, I had sent Ilse and her mother away along with my credit card to go shopping. I thought the women would appreciate spending quality time together. It. Especially if we go in separate cars," Boyle observed."That is the plan. If you want to do that, I'm willing to give it a chance," I agreed."So do you work tonight?" he asked."Yes, but this ends it for a day or two?" I admitted. "Tell you what I' ll meet you there tomorrow at eight for dinner, but dinner is all there is going to be." I explained carefully."If that is all there is, then that's all there is," Boyle said."All right then it's a done deal, unless I hear different from you," I.