I knew she was doing this on purpose. I walked behind her and brushed my cock against her ass. I whispered to her, "What a dirty girl you are." She l...oked back at me and giggled, then stood up and pressed her ass into my crotch. Joan nodded over my shoulder to have me look around. Directly behind Joan was a reading table with 4 embarrassed young men sitting there. Joan jutted her tits out as she walked away swaying her ass. We left the bookstore and headed for "The Big House", Michigan's. She had been with Pablo for close to eleven years. I could see it. A receptionist swept off her feet by a suave South American with unending cash. We all make mistakes. Mine were worse than hers anyway. I went back to the beginning and began my memorization exercises. I was surprised how wellit came back to me. I was trained to remember documents since the delicate nature of the missions didn’t allow written information to be carried. It only took me six times through to commit it all to. Multiple times I felt her leg pressing against mine. At first, believing it an accident, I moved away. She followed. The attention, the physical attention felt so so good. Giving in, I moved my leg against hers. The feelings experienced had not been felt in so long. During dessert she brazenly touched my hand gently. Almost whispering with glistening eyes, she told me of a problem with a ceiling fan at her home and wondered if I would come by Saturday morning. Without hesitation, my wife. ”“So, you’re saying you’d do it if Tom came on to you?”“No. I didn’t say that. I just wonder what it’s like to have a dick in my mouth. I’m not gay, Cass.” She had my cock in her hand, stroking. “I just said I wonder how it feels.”“I can see why you might do it with Tom. He’s pretty hunky. I told you that before. What would you do, though, if he suggested it?”I shook my head. But I wasn’t saying no to the idea. “I honestly don’t know. He’s my best friend, just like Karen’s yours. I couldn’t.