She knew I wasn't doing too hot. She didn't know the exact reason as to why, but she could tell there was something wrong. This is why she was my best...friend. She genuinely cared about me."Yea that is fine Michy." I said tearing off a piece of the pretzel that we got. I dipped it into the spicy cheese and took a bite. A bit of it dripped on my lip, and Michelle reached out and wiped it up gently with her finger. Sucking on it and leaning forward to show me more of her cleavage until our lips. "Come on in here, you two, so we can get started." Shelly said.The three of us walked into the house. Shelly explained, that she lived on the second floor with her husband, and used the first floor for her business. They had inherited the house from her husband's parents.We walked into a room that was set up as a very fancy waiting room. Very soft chairs, all with telephones next to them. The decorations were very feminine and very nicely done. Shelly said, "We don't need to stop here,. So every night, when I got home, I would gather whatever I wished I’d had with me that day, and put it in. In exchange, I’d pick an equal volume of junk to take out. After about five years of that, sometimes having to put back in things I had removed the day before, and lots of times of doing without, I knew what I needed, and what was superfluous.” Terry threw back his head and roared with laughter. “I can only imagine how tough those five years must have been,” he said. “Oh it wasn’t so bad.. I know it’s probably a bit suggestive and might raise your wife’s eyebrow if she read it, but it’s not that bad. And it’s definitely not as bad as me telling you that I just came so hard wishing you were fucking me, or sending you a picture of the lingerie I’m wearing, or the curve of my ass in this pencil skirt. When I think of it that way, your wife should fucking thank me for behaving so well. Not that it’s by choice. If given the chance to misbehave, I certainly would. And I’m doing my best.