She reached for the tube on the table and squeezed a little onto her fingers. It was cold, she held it in her hand a moment hoping to warm it but it d...dn't help much. He groaned again when the cold cream touched him. "Don't worry it's going to get warm in a second." She murmured. She ran her fingers over the ridge of muscle, slow and gentle at first and then gradually with more force. She used both hands working in concert and he groaned again, this time a sound of pleasure. "See that feels. It was a busy week, many chores, work, children, the baby was fussy, and we just sort of never really got around to either talking about the problem of the internet, or making up, or making out either for that matter.Thursday I got home and discovered a voicemail from one of his co-workers, the message was that their flight plans had been changed, and instead of Saturday early, they were flying out Friday evening, He would be by to pick my husband up about 7 P.M ... I started smiling, and laid. I’m in the toilet, he is outside waiting, not aware that I am bringing myself off at the thought of him fucking me. "I took off my knickers and shoved them into my bag. I had a quick pee, dried myself and then started to play with my pussy, teasing myself until I could stand it no more. I inched my skirt back down and checked my reflection. "I undid a few buttons on my blouse so there was a sizeable view of my cleavage. Despite the heat, I let my hair down and ruffled it a bit to achieve the. What was so important that it kept you away for twenty years?" Jordan had to pull me back on the bean bag."Harsh, dude," Frank said.Steve looked really small in his giant chair after that."You're right. I fucked it all up. I could have been there. I wanted to come back, but I was too scared. I let stupid pride and fear keep me from being the person I should have been. I'm sorry, Eric." He turned to Jordan. "And I'm sorry to you, too, Helena."We sat in silence for a while."Does Vince know?" No..