. No. He couldn't...Wendy's fingers!'Yup.' She thought at me.I grinned.I bowed to Wendy, she curtsied to me. She went through the door, my dad muscled...his way between us, I followed, swinging the door shut behind me. Mr. Medawar reset the alarm. He grinned ... shook my hand ... and handed me two small velvet boxes."You're going to need these. Really soon."I slipped them into my jacket pocket. "Thank you. What do we owe you?" They're on the house. when you're ready to upgrade, come see me. I'll. She reached up and put her arms on my shoulders and pulled us close so her nipples could press into my chest. I wanted to feel the softness of her breasts. .. and the hardness of her nipples crested on them… against me. I moved to shed my jacket, loosen the tie and remove it and begin to unbutton my shift. ‘Shhhhhhhhhhhhh… let me do that’ she said, ‘I love to help a man unclothe’ she said with a wink. And she did it skillfully… first my shirt and then my undershirt was pulled away from me.. I was married to my childhood sweetheart - a handsome, loving husbandand although we had no kids of our own, we had raised my 19 year old niece,Libby, since the death of her parents in a car crash when she was 6. She wasgorgeous; sweet natured, beautiful, athletic and smart.We had alarge house that I was really proud of, with a Mercedes and a BMW in the doublegarage, and Phil had recently got a new position as a senior executive inanother company. Nothing significant to complain of and lots to. We had been married about 2 years when my uncle went into the hospital for what we thought at the time would be the last time.My mom was so upset on the phone that I decided i better go there if for nothing else than to comfort her. Money was a bit tight,so i told my wife only I was going,and Id have to drive as i couldnt afford a plane ticket,and then I packed a few things and hit the road on what I thought was going to be a very long 1,500 mile journey. About 300 miles into the trip my.