She hadn’t asked Faye for my number or email or address. “Would you like a drink? Cup of tea?”“Tea?” Mocking smile, head tilted, eyebrows ra...sed; she was challenging, already. She was noticeably older than she’d been in the spring. A bold girl, her nervousness gone already.“Beer? Vodka? Can I mix you something?” I smiled into her eyes, and she was reacting. A tingle ran through me, and kept tingling, as I opened the drinks cupboard in the corner.“Have you got any cranberry juice? And orange. The top brass had their eyes on me and decided that I was ready for bigger things.* After a few formalities I arrived at Head Office, bright and early on the Monday morning. Head Office was a 30-mile drive from my house, so it was a somewhat earlier start than I was used to and I was in need of a very strong coffee. I was very pleased to see that I had my own parking place in the main car park. I was here. I began to wonder about all the possibilities and opportunities that would come my. “Shoot it to me, Howard. You’ll give me three or four more before morning…. Come on, Howard, squirt me that big load of cum…” Then you watch me, grinning, and begin to bounce on your heels. “I’m your naked fat girl, Howard! I’m your jack-off slave and all I want is to make you shoot to me! Jack off to me, Howard! Ooo, look at my big tits and my shaved pussy!”And I grit my teeth and frantically jack my bare dick to you, and I shudder and shoot my wad while you watch and wiggle, feeling it blast. My dilemma is that if I suddenly no longer dallied with my kids, they will quickly catch on that I have found an outside lover, and they would certainly discover Mary's role!Can I do without real "schlong" for over three years?Do I tell Mary about my dilemma?If I love her, doesn't she deserve it?I decided to sleep on this.I dreamt of Mary and of that enormous toy that sent us to places we'd never been - I'd never been - before. It was an awfully great substitute for penis, but it wasn't 98.6.