” She gestured to a low coffee table.She sat down on a low sofa opposite him. As she bent forward, he glimpsed her white bra with the fine lace deta...l against her tanned skin, and her full cleavage. She commented on the weather, they talked, and he found himself quite at ease. It wasn’t like this talking to other mothers, or to the girls at school, either. She seemed perfectly relaxed in his company. But he couldn’t help his cock from staying rock hard. She finished her drink and stood. “You. I saw light reflect from his open eyes, and knew he was awake to witness my ultimate loss. I knew the grin he would have on his face as I committed the extreme sin against everything I stood for. I was committed to my final corruption and knew I could no longer stop myself, just as I couldn’t force my feet not to bring me into his bedroom that first time. Fighting was futile, all resistance was in the past. I felt it touch the lips of my pussy, and it was unlike any other time, even the very. So, what if..." I give her a pointed look. What if he doesn't return. I leave that unsaid.Yep that's me, defender of man helping out the love lorn. What a shame, I should have done this years ago. Now if only if I could work on my own sagging love life. I think sarcastically to myself as I watch her struggle with her feelings. Her face turns back to a smile, she is a brave trouper. Then she heads for Saber, this time head held high.I look around the starting celebrations. I see people starting. He lives in California, where he owns quite a few vineyards. We were a client of his. His white wines especially became a featured highlight in our catalogue.Mr. Garfield hated meeting people.The two times we visited his lovely mansion, he apologized for not being able to see us. I understand he always does this. So I never came eye to eye with Mr. Garfield.I did see a few pictures. They were rather vintage, I guess. They also might have been from Errol Flynn or another long-gone Hollywood.