I guess the alcohol had done its job because Tony whispered to me that Mavis had been teasing him all night and he needed to get home to have a good w...nk. You imagination mate, I laughed , your just trying to cope an eyeful of the Mrs The whispers must have been more like normal speech because Mavis had heard everything we said, " Am I turning you on ?" She smiled, " you got a nice big hard on ? " I was stunned, I knew Mavis wasn't drunk, she had only been sipping her wine whilst Tony and me. He was our Puerto Rican doorman and he was short enoughto fuck me and suck my tit at the same time. I was inthe middle of a screaming orgasm and didn’t even realizethat my husband was in the room. He watched for a while, looked at me thrashing on thebed, then he turned and started packing his belongings.I tried to explain that I was being driven by anaddiction but he turned a deaf ear. My onlycommunication with him after that was through hislawyer.I talked to several psychotherapists over. Jennifer was good looking with a very firm physic. She had shorter sun bleached hair that was in need of some TLC from being on a hot roof all day. We chatted through our cigarette and both lit a second. I found out she was happy working outdoors, she wasn't attached to anyone and that she had worked for the company for four years.As we were sitting chatting she said to me. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"I told her, "No go ahead."She asked me, "Are you wearing nylons?"I told her, "Yes.". Coupled with her narrowing eyes when she laughed, these features gave her face an impish quality that I found alluring. It was difficult for me not to become sexually excited whenever she smiled. However, I could tell she was self-conscious of her deep creases, for every time she caught herself in too gay a mood, she would quickly move a hand up to cover her mouth. All of that aside, even with her regal beauty and impish, infectious smile, I always got the impression she was some walking.