Men where men and women were woman back then, in his town, beinggay was a big deal and brought on various degrees of scrutiny. Somepeople there still...use it as an insult. With all that negativity, itbrought on a ton of guilt for James, which he was still working toovercome.James got up and excused himself from the conversation, heading down tothe restroom. Since moving here, he knew this bar was going to be hisfavorite, but damn it was a bit of a journey to take a piss. He stood infront of the. Mostly, though, she wrote and neither of us said a word until it was time for lunch, and even then, we were mostly quiet.“Still the story of the girl in the treehouse?”“Yeah. Almost done, though.”“Does it have a happy ending?“I think so.”After lunch, neither of us felt like resuming our work.“Take some pictures of me. Dressed like this,” she told me with a blushing giggle. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.” With someone else, I might have thought there was a bit of narcissism in the. Then I spread my legs wide so that he had a good view. He tugged at my panties until they were off. He could clearly see everything that I had. He grasped my knees and slid his hands upward. He moved them to my inner thighs and lightly thumbed my pussy. He rubbed my moist lips delicately and then found my hard clit. He squeezed it and pulled at it just a little. He covered my pussy with his hand and pressed down firmly. He tugged at the skin and began pressing down in random places. Then he. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMPQuicker. The bedposts were pounding on the opposite side of the wall like jungle d**gs beating out a coded message. To my husband it could have been the undying heart from Poe's The Tell Tale Heart drumming a message of guilt and shame. To me it was beautiful.THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMPI roll over onto my side away from my husband.I cannot see his face behind the newspaper but I can image the expression as being pinched and reddening. I don't want him to see any sort.