She wanted to be able to focus.She pushed the door to the ladies’ room open and it closed behind her with barely a sound, she placed her clutch bag ...n the counter as she heard the noise.She opened up her bag, and heard it again. It was the soft sound of exhaling coming from the stalls behind her, hardly unusual.She pulled out her lipstick, looked in the mirror and held it up to her face.As she looked at her own image in the mirror, she saw two feet almost sticking out below the stall door,. “Let me raise skirt for you so we can take a closer look,” I said, not at all doctor-like and not at all what a professional would do, but at least I was in control.You lifted your hips, and I pulled the skirt up, revealing the rest of your light pink panties, with the sexiest lace waistband. The wetness was clearly visible, and I could even imagine the throbbing of your clitoris beneath the thin material. My senses were on full alert.And then something incredible happened, I caught a little of. Well, I’m sure not every woman can confess to her husband she wants a fuck with another man! We almost didn’t sleep that night. We spent some two weeks looking for an appropriate partner. We were very scrupulous choosing the one to satisfy my lust. There was a guy named Adam. He was our mutual friend and we decided to try him in action. I told Adam we separated with my hubby, and he lived with his parents. So Adam called on me one night, and … it happened! He brought a bottle of wine, he tried. Oh god." She fell to her knees when she saw Mary and Martha obviously being interrupted. "P..Pl . . . Please forgive me." Her head was bowed, and she was visibly shaking.A muffled moment. "They really are good cooks. Too, you know." Martha misunderstood that to be 'two'. Mary stood and pet the kneeling Mary on the head as she walked by. The shuddering had just about stopped when Martha passed her.DINNER WAS indeed fabulous, but the conversation was tilted and odd, mostly about the weather, and.