"There you are not much to it, I won't even charge you, seeing as you put on the coffee and show." We both laughed lightheartedly, he then picked up ...is tools and paperwork and bid farewell....... . Unbeknown to Terry, he had mistakenly picked up Jean's front door key with his paperwork. Several calls later he noticed the key on his seat and realized what must have happened. It was nearing ten o'clock when he got back to Jean's. The place was in darkness apart from the soft glow of a bedside. They were about the same age. “Was your school Wycombe Abbey?” I asked Jan.“Why do you ask?”“One of my ex-girlfriends, Amber Harrison, used to circle her thumb in my hand like that. I was just wondering...”“Yes, Amber was in my boarding house on Marlow Hill until she was expelled for sneaking a town boy in one evening. She was the house slut. She lost her cherry when she was only fourteen. You know what that means with my thumb and your palm, then? Well, you’ll have to wait until we get back to. In my defence, just prior to this sordid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to. Jon wore panties always and sometimes had more elaborate lingerie and high heels.Laura had taken notice of her husband’s improved physique. “Jon’s really whipping you into shape.”“What,” he snarled.“I didn’t mean anything negative. I just see the workouts are paying off. Your stomach is basically flat and your arms have more definition. You look nice!”“Thank you, hun!”“Maybe we could have some fun tonight?”“Sounds good, babe. I’m running late.”“I know, I know. Tee time.”Jon’s wife took the k**s.