We stopped in our steps and she said to us quietly, “You’re lucky there’s no one in the store right now, or my boss wouldn’t let me do this. H...rry up and get in here.” She opened the closest door, and all three of us quickly slipped inside. The second the sales girl had locked the door and tested the knob, she turned around and, looking me right in the eye, told me to undress. I paused. My mother said, quietly, “That’s my job, sweetie.” The sales girl whispered, “Let me watch you undress your. "I love them," I answer."I got so hot the first time I tried them on that I had to masturbate to calm down. I thought of you while I fingered myself," she admits."Do you like the heels I got for you?" I inquire."They are perfect and make my legs look even better," she responds.She sits upright again and begins a gentle bucking motion and she rubs her hands across her breasts."Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard," she begs.I place my hands on her hips so as to hold her in place as I begin to thrush. That much is clear to her. Susan isn't stupid. It doesn't take a stupid woman to be frustrated with her life. It doesn'ttake a stupid woman to be angry at her husband. Hell, it doesn't take a stupidwoman to imagine that one evening spent away from home, responsibility gaugeturned off for the occasion, will somehow bring some colour into the grey.Not that grey becomes any easier to bear tomorrow. No, the home, the kids,the church, the family weekends, the same commercials on every stupid TV. ‘No problem for me.’ ‘Not you I’m worried about,’ said Anne, but she started to put her coat on anyway. —————– It wasn’t easy. I have to say that. Tracy and Garry were friendly but reserved, whereas Alf was certainly reserved, but not exactly very friendly. Couldn’t blame him, could I? Much as with my daughter when I first met her, we skirted carefully around one another, but this time it was Garry who broke the ice. ‘Are you the guy with the Jag?’ he asked. ‘What Jag?’ butted in Alf, his.