You‘re fucking hot”“I think you fucking know that it is wrong and not something I would do. But you, you bastard, anything that moves you ball...it. Whereas I have never been unfaithful, ever””but you have thought about it have you not?””I__ no, yes__ of course I have I crave sex all the time, I have worn out vibtrators for for fuck sake.” She began to tear up. “I can not do this with you” but not stopping my roaming hands.“you mean the fact you want to re-ignite an old flame?”“YES!” she. .I couldn't believe it, she saw me, and didn't appear shocked. I did however, still have my jocks on, so I wasn't naked.The next weekend, Sandy was out early again. She usually has on a night gown, buttoned down the front. This day, the bottom, few buttons were undone. From the angle she was sitting, slightly towards me, I had a good view up to her silky white thighs....but not quite to her panties. :(Again, after we had both sipped coffee a few times, I got up and changed again. In full view,. She was amazingly beautiful to look at. Her waist and hips were so inviting, and the brief look at her partly exposed breasts had been almost surreal. He wondered if she still really wanted her bra on, but he wasn't going to press the unfolding situation. And why should he? He felt more aroused right then than he had ever remembered feeling with Tonia. Well, maybe. There were some wild times in Italy with Tonia. But still, he was fully clothed, and already he felt like he was on the tense. And a spaghetti-strap red cocktail dress fit her slender body perfectly to show off her considerable assets and super-long legs that she crossed at the knee and were finished with 4-inch wedged heels. Whereas three weeks ago she appeared fragile and gaunt, she now looked lithe and lean. She apparently was getting some sleep, because the bags beneath her eyes were gone, as was the hollowness in her gaze. She'd put a little meat back on her bones, and while still skinny enough to make me want to.