Normally I didn't get that much out of having my feet touched, but then again what was I comparing it too? I looked up and noticed the dark color of h...r skirt cast shadows across her thighs and in between.Looking down and away from her, I tried to relax. Wasn't it possible for me to just sit there and talk without acting like a horny college student? Weren't the six women I already considered mine enough. Watching her hands as she removed my old sandal and put the new one on, I realized just. A. operative would be likely to find it. My wife was neither. I guess that I was tucking the number into my wallet when Mitch “the Bitch” saw me.“I need to talk to you in the manager’s office immediately.” His pissy demeanor left me no choice to follow him into the back room. He was on his walkie-talkie calling Jerry, the assistant manager over my area to come back to the office, so we could have a “meeting.”We waited outside the office for ten minutes on Jerry, since “the Bitch” wasn’t. An old man like you talking about teenage pussy. Shame on you. Why don't you get down and see if you still know what to do with a shaved pussy."Debbie rolled onto her back on the couch and spread her legs showing Fred the clean pussy that he liked so much. She spread the lips of her slit and exposed the clit. Fred put his finger in his mouth and slowly drew it out. A string of saliva stretched from his lips to his finger then broke. He gently slipped the finger into the waiting cunt and began. For the longest time Brad and I were just friends, then….’ ‘You never really loved me, did you?’ ‘That’s not true! I did love you. I still do but…not nearly as much as Brad.’ That was the knife being twisted around. Maybe if she didn’t love me, it would have been easier to let go. I call her a bitch or slut or golddigger and get on with my life. But I knew that wasn’t true. She genuinely did love me and that’s what made it so hard to let go. ‘We can still be friends, though.’ ‘Can we?’ I asked..