She loved Terry in her own way. He was a good man, kind and gentle. There was no doubt he loved her and was devoted to her, but Vivian had come to rea...ize shortly after they were married (if not before) that there was something missing from their relationship, a deep seated need within her which was going unfulfilled. She had thought she could overcome it by sheer will power, immersing herself in their marriage and being Terry's wife. But ultimately the protective barrier she had established to. Another time my wife and I one evening were fooling around on the sofa. My MIL was right outside on the porch, so I said to my wife I better not take my pants off because her mother was right outside. My wife responded, “she probably wants to see it.” I paused for a couple of beats and said to my wife “naw”. She replied “naw” as well. After this moment, the embarrassment faded away and only excitement remained. So I decided to have some fun with this. I started walking around in my boxer briefs. Don’t attempt to load that crap on me. Load two bucks on to the price of each coat and that money comes to us.’ ‘Ohmigod, $450,000. This is the end. I’m dead.’ ‘Silas, if I do my usual good job you will be pleading to your manufacturers for more product. Forget you are Jewish. Be a business man.’ ‘But Jewish men are businessmen.’ ‘Oh. That was just a wee slip Silas. Think of yourself as a tough dealing Texan.’ ‘Me, a wheeler, dealer from Dallas?’ ‘It stretches the imagination but yes, the. He had that little glint in his eye that short guys often have when a guy my size is submissively on my knees at his knees. With shaking fingers, I reached for his crotch. When I lowered his zipper, opened his fly and pulled his pants down his semi-hard dick was poking through the front of his boxers. Even flaccid I knew I wouldn't be disappointed. He moaned, "Uuuugh," as I eased back the foreskin and started licking and kissing the head and rubbing my face in his crotch. Within seconds after.