As any girl knows, a few ounces of alcohol sometimes can help. But -- at least in my case -- it was more than just the release of inhibitions that was...at work. It was a matter of how much of my heart and soul I was willing to commit. Certainly, I'd learned a little something about how to have Good Sex, quite a while before I'd met David Hooks. There hadn't been a long parade of men who'd visited my bed, but there had been a considerable number. I was a modern woman, and I had long ago learned. I, too, was a little overdressed, but I had an excuse.I wanted to show off my new shoes to Phyllis.They were the shoes of the season, a rounded-toe Prada pump with a highchunky heel, and just as impossible to find as they were chic. As wasoften the case when we saw something that we loved in the pages of afashion magazine, Phyllis and I played a friendly game of who could findit first. Many e-mails and long-distance calls later, I had finallytracked them down at a Prada boutique in Los Angeles,. Tony let his hand drop to Jane’s thigh just below her shorts. Jane jumped a little and was considering stopping him. She felt she should stop him but he body was on fire and she decided to let him go. His hand moved up to her shorts inches away from her pussy. She felt her mind telling him to please touch it. He didn’t take long for him to move his fingers over her pussy and rub a little. Jane let out a bigger moan as Tony rubbed her pussy over her shorts. Tony took this moan as an invitation. She gave a sly look towards me and then walked straight up to the desk and picked them up. Then she asked me the same question which she’d asked me on our way home from the airport and that’s when I understood what she’d actually meant by the question, “Is this how you are coping with your wife’s pregnancy?” I was a bit taken aback but nevertheless asked her in an unquivering voice, “I am sorry, I still don’t get what u mean.” B said, “c’mon son, you know what I mean. I want to know now that my.