What she was looking for I did not know, nor did I care. I wanted an answer. I needed an answer to the question that had plagued my thoughts ever sinc... my cum was dripping off of her slim fingers.“Why did you do it?” I asked, as I inched toward her.She looked up, and though her green eyes met my own, I noticed a flicker in them, a very slight glance at the bulge in my black dress pants. “What do you mean?”“Why did you do those things for me? Why did you take it upon yourself to make me feel so. .. I knocked on his door and he answered ... He seemed impressed. His eyes were devouring me ... I could feel him ogling my tits in the sheer top and as I turned to walk out to my car I could feel his eyes on my legs.I made a display of getting into the car and my stocking tops were shown on occasions. I could again see him eyeing my legs up. We drove for a few minutes, chatting as we did so, and my skirt was riding up with each gear change,.Unlike the last time I did this I was now displaying. Since it was a "school night," Carol didn't want to have sex, especially since we needed to keep our bedroom door open in order to keep the air moving, so we kissed and rolled over and tried to sleep. Around 2AM or so, I was awoken by the sound of thunder over the attic fan, Carol was still out like a light; "maybe it'll rain and bring us a little relief from the humidity," I thought. I had to piss and so got up and crept to the hall bathroom to take a leak; on my way back to our bedroom I. As she watched him walk away through the window, she considered cutting to the chase and hinting that she wouldn’t be opposed to him asking her out. That would certainly let her know for sure, and she knew she could do worse than to get over her aversion to dating anyway. He was a bit of a social pariah because he’d left the church to become a vocal atheist after his divorce, but it didn’t really concern Marie. She didn’t have a great deal of faith in a higher power since her marriage.