"Or what, Lyle? Jesus Christ! What kind of man's name is Lyle? That sounds like a little girl? Hey, Lyle ... That is so damned gay."I hesitated. I had...'t been in a fistfight in 20 years."I don't care what you think about my name. Get your hands off my wife."Diane took her hand and pushed his hand so he released her breast."Alright Bobby, cool it. Why do you always have to be an asshole around Lyle. He's my husband. He's not a roughhouser like you. You are always trying to get him into a fight. Some minutes later, Liz walked over to my station ready to leave for home and asking if I was leaving too. She was now a little more subdued, perhaps a little anxious about how much she had had to drink and whatever she had been saying to Rose. After an afternoon of feeling anxious myself but also at times very turned on, I now felt a little sorry for Liz, that she might have drunk too much and feel embarrassed. I agreed to leave with her and make sure she got home ok. Liz was quiet as we took. .. came from Michael,... in one long exhale, as I continued to touch myself,............................................ right in front of him ! A trail of drool escaped from his mouth, not sure he was even aware. I was in a zone of sorts, at another crossroads,... stroking my pussy as I pondered what to try next. All I could hear was my beating heart and his heavy breathing. His once firm grip on my calf was weakening, his focus now clearly distracted. I sat silently, soaking it up,. I liked that.He wanted to hold my hand and smile and was not ashamed to be with me. I really began to like this man. It was hard for me to want to sleep with him though. He was over weight and like I said before not handsome at all. But the way he smiled at me got to my heart and made my little dick begin to harden. It was hard for me to sit still. I was squirming and trying to keep my legs closed. He noticed this and asked me to go to the motel with him. I said yes and he smiled. I thought we.