Good girl I say to myself. We cuddle together and fall in and out of sleep for the next few hours only waking to kiss, and sip on a glass of wine. It...��s midnight and the alarm goes off beckoning for us to head back to our significant others. “Shit babe I don’t want to leave you, this was so amazing. Can’t we just stay here for a little longer?” I say “No we best get back home, if we want to continue these encounters we have to be wise about it” She says looking me in the eye. “Yes you are. Glancing at the clock, it was no act when I said, “I’m sorry, Jane darling, but I have an early meeting today, so I can’t stay.”I hopped up and gave her a taste of herself from my lips before heading to the shower. I tried to think of how I could hurry Jane on her way but was relieved when I emerged from the bathroom to see her putting on her still somewhat damp dress and shoes.“A real walk of shame,” she said, giving me a fashion turn in her wrinkled dress, holding her bra, panties, stockings,. What if I didn't get hard?Eight.She came in and we sat together on the couch, not talking much.The phone rang a few times. We both begged off on chances to go out that evening. Something right here at home was much more interesting, we didn't say, just no thanks. Finally it was nine o'clock. She had been sitting next to me on the sofa, my arm around her shoulders. The TV was on and we were gazing at it but neither of us had any idea what the story line was."I guess I'll take my shower." She. Again it was as if she thought she wasn’t allowed to resist me: when I began pulling her dress away from her shoulders she simply took her hands away from my waist and let them hang at her sides, allowing me to pull her dress past her hips and let it fall around her ankles. She seemed surprised when I stepped away from her, but said nothing as I stood in the middle of the room looking at her. She was wearing a plain white bra and her panties, I now saw, were old-fashioned kind that came up to.