. But this night there was something different about yourteasing. A sixth sense maybe telling me that you had no intention ofstopping.Your hands now s...aying in a different fashion, no signs of backing downfrom me or moving away, your finger teasing my pants button beforefinally opening it and unraveling my zipper. I watch with such desirableinterest as your hand slowing disappears into my jeans. You lean up tolet me feel your hot almost burning breath against my neck... A tonguetreks along my. I moan and melt into him. I feel one hand move up my back and around to the side of my breast. I can't wait until they are real, so I can enjoy the feeling of being cradled in his hands. His other hand slips down to the hem of my skirt and back up under it. His hands are all over my body, possessing me. We hold our kiss while we revel in the animal lust building between us. He smiles and gently pulls me back just a little. He takes his penis in his hand and rubs his pre-come onto the front of. " Oh, don't worry, I bought myself a pair too - there's no way I wasgoing to let you have all the fun! Anyway we're getting off the point.Let me ask you another question. If you weren't married to me, whichof my friends would you like to ask out on a date?" Oh, that's easy. Sian!" replied Mike perhaps a little tooenthusiastically."I thought so," laughed Sophie, "but why?"Mike realised that the opportunities to dig himself into a hole withhis answer to this question were significant so he. That wasn't the question I wanted to answer. I didn't want this anymore. Something was wrong, but I wasn't quite sure what. Yet I had to answer her question. I had to; it was a driving need building up inside me."Yes." I didn't want her to, but there was no question that I'd let her do it.She gave me a hard kiss to the lips, then mouthed, "I love you." I watched the inside of the mask approach me like it was my doom. Oddly the inside was as intricately tooled as the outside had been, just in.