"Oh, like what?" I could feel my cheeks burning, if it had been brighter in the club, there was no doubt he'd see how red my face had just turned. "Li...e, how your bare ass would feel pressing against me. Is that wrong?"I smiled again, and let my body reply wordlessly by swaying my ass more firmly against him. I could hear a soft growl, and he knotted his fingers in my shirt once more, "I guess not. But if you keep on this way, I'm gonna end up cumming in my pants. Lets get out of here."I nodded. "Well, first of all," she answered, "we didn't know any better. We had seashells, a doll that Mommy made for us, we fished, hiked, swam, an' played with each other. Daddy an' Mommy were our playmates too, but we hadda work a lot if we wanted ta eat. We made ever'thing out a cocoanuts n' plants." But, no boys. huh?" quipped Leniki."Sure there was. Daddy is a boy, an' he was jus' fine," corrected Emmeline.Jane joined the conversation as she continued to let Johnny's hand care for her. She sat in her chair behind the desk. For a while we had a serious talk about Tommy’s progress, which was satisfactory. Any problems he had were the usual ones of discipline and paying attention that most boys of his age have. “You’re doing a good job with him,” Maria said. “How long is it since your wife died.” “Five years,” I replied. “Tommy and I are best mates. He’s really no trouble.” “Still, I suppose you miss having a woman around,” she said. “Yes,” I replied, finding such a personal. Well, we fucked him that night,but good. The piece of shit! He really looked like shit when wedumped him on the quad, after we taught him to mind his own business.He hasn't forgotten that lesson yet, I'll bet!'" At that time I knew that my partner in life, my very own piece ofshit, was already fucking other women. Only three years into ourmarriage! But I couldn't figure out what to do about it. Should Icall him down, and let him know I knew? Should I ignore it, and hopethat it would pass?.