.. I hope not so late." I have to stay 'til the job is done." What sort of things are you doing?" he asked."It's a big case," she said with a yawn. "A...lot of material has to be collected, sorted, collated, organized..." I see..." He continued to stroke her arm."Ben ... this morning ... you said you'd be okay with it if Brittney and I had been doing something. What exactly did you mean?" It was a fairly straight-forward, declarative sentence. I'm not sure it would bother me if you and Brittney. ...Normal attire for you was skirt, hosiery (stockings or tights to be determined - however either always please), lovely smelling hair, a figure hugging blouse or T-shirt and low heels.I knocked on the door of your house and there you are, as you open the door, dressed immaculately. You smile and we exchange greetings and you turn into the house and I follow you down the hall closing the door behind me.I savour the sight of your bum in your tight above the knee skirt, I see you are wearing tan. About ten minutes later he stops and grabs lube and lubes up my cock for him to put it in him and omg the pleasure was amazing. So about an hour I hear the guy from the booth next to me go oh fuck he pulls his ass off my cock then goes you made me cum without touching myself he says looking through the hole so I gave him a smile then he goes let me see your ass so I bend over and he goes next time if your here I'm fucking you. Then he says I will try to be in the same booth as of today. So then. ”The next day she came over to my apartment and gave me a framed certificate size letter. It said:I will never, ever, ever intentionally hurt you ever again.I will never break your trust by lying again.I will not make a decision that affects both of us without talking to you first.SignedJennifer WootenI started the new job. We returned to the dating/mating dance. One evening in my apartment after about 7 months, I asked her to marry me. She looked lost. “I am not ready, I love you, but I am.