She was definitely getting a little tipsy. I had never tried the classic/cliché move of rubbing my foot against a woman’s leg under the table but I...was beginning to consider it. Margaret saved me the trouble: after glancing over to make sure Jeff was still wrapped up in one of his endless monologues, she leaned a little towards me as we talked and rested a hand gently on my thigh. That sent a thrill through my entire body. I tried hard to play it cool but I’m sure I failed miserably. My face. He’d blacked out, stashed the bottles away where no one would find them, not even himself? How stupid could he get?“Asshole,” he muttered darkly.As a last resort, he shambled angrily to the balcony door and peeked outside. The table was bare. He’d not left them outside, then. So where were they? And where were Mom’s clothes, her bra and panties, her cute little dress, her Fuck-me heels and her black wig? They had to be effing somewhere!As it turned out, he found them exactly where he’d found. ”Her touch made my cock throb. She whispered to me, “Can I have some more?”I said, “Do whatever you want. I’ll just watch.”She had a little moan. Then she said, “Oh shit! This is real.”Her nipples looked hard. They looked so delicious and familiar. She smiled at me and told me not to worry, that she was happy as well. Then she looked at my cock.She whispered. “And how long have you wanted to fuck me?” I moved a little closer to her.. So... how has work been?" Sarah, I came here to talk to you about us, not about work." Us? You came here to talk about us? Is there still an us Ben?" I don't know Sarah. I want there to be, but there is the matter of the pain and hurt between us now. I am not sure that I can ever forgive you for what you did. I trusted you with all. I... I... loved you with all my heart... and you..." I destroyed that by fucking around on you Ben. I should have never gone to work, I should have been honest with.