“Really,” I said.“You’re smiling can I count that as a good thing?” she said.“I guess. But...”“Yeah me either,” she said, reading my...mind. “I mean I’m not sure how to act either.”Yep, she was reading my mind. Well we had been married a long time. I guess she knew me even if, in the final analysis, that I hadn’t really known her.“You’re going to the movies?” she said.“Yeah, Jenna likes ‘em, I try to do things she likes when I can,” I said.“Oh, okay,” she said. “Good.”We talked for some little. She went to her room and stripped in front of a full-length mirror. She cupped her tits and tweaked the hardening nipples. One hand went down to her soaked cunt. Her fingers twirled in the wispy golden hair, dipped farther, and pressed against the puffed-up lips of her waiting cunt. She drew her fingers along the entire length of her dripping pussy, then raised her fingers to her face. She inhaled the delightful fragrance of her sweet cuntjuice, then licked the honey off her fingertips.. Her bloody self!" I smiled again marvelling at his obvious excitement in just meeting me, " Look," he continued, " I have to get back now, was just having a stroll in this lovely weather, but can we get a drink together tonight?" Yes of course John, we'd love to. Say The Dutton's Arms on the front at 8.30pm?" I smiled again as he took my hand ,nearly shaking it off at the wrist," God I'd love that, my A.J. you look so fucking hot, pardon my French, you look gorgeous!" I looked down at myself,. "I'm sorry. I tried to stop, I did... but I can't help it. It's killing me." My voice cracks and I wish to fuck I hadn't drank that stupid whiskey, because everything's crashing down, and I'm weak little Sam, knocked out of her shell and all defenceless. I'm not supposed to be like this. I'm not supposed to let these things out.And then Carly's standing, moving close to me and wrapping her arms around me, holding me close, cradling me like I'm some fragile thing."Carly please... stop. I don't-.