Now she had left for work without even saying good-bye. I guess it’s par for the course. We had survived twenty seven years of marriage but the last...few years brought greater emphasis on ‘surviving’. I remember our early days together. She would have never left for work without spending a few moments with me. There was always a kiss good-bye, a flirtatious and fun kiss at that. But things had changed. Our oldest was graduating from the university in a few weeks, then heading off to grad school. I was born in an atmosphere of intelligence and dignity. A quiet world, safe from the rest of the world around us. My childhood was normal more or less except that my parents never treated me as if I were a child. I was treated as an adult. When I was in the second grade my teacher and the principal of the school met with my parents and suggested that they consider finding a school for accelerated learning for me. I did not fit with the other eight year olds. There were several in the area. I. ”She slipped her hand down to the top button of my shirt and unfastened it as she spoke. I stared straight ahead at a perfect camel-toe that was outlined by her stretchy yoga-style tights.“You’re not wearing any panties,” I said.“No, I am not,” she replied.I leaned forward and slipped my hand on to her inner thigh and then gently pulled her in closer to where I was seated. Her flat and well-toned abs were right at eye level to me. I gently placed a soft kiss on to her upper stomach. She took in. He wuffed softly. Bri ignored him and spread her legs wide. She stuck her finger in her mouth, wanting to get it wet. This, she had learned, was called lubrication. Once ready she started to gently rub the tiny nubbin of flesh. She jerked at the wet friction and moaned a little at the pleasure. She rubbed slowly at first, using her other hand to tease her nipples, then sped up when she felt she had the hang of it. She felt herself come to the edge of an orgasm, but the feeling went away as soon.