"Don't be." she said, putting her hand on my leg. "I'm married." I said instinctively. I'm no fool. That's what you say when a woman who isn't your ...wife touches you. That's how you keep from getting murdered when you get home. "I don't see a ring." she pointed out. Well that was my fault. "I don't usually wear it when I'm not home. It's pretty uncomfortable." I told her, pulling my ring out of my pocket to show her. I never really liked wearing it. I loved the ring, but it didn't fit. She tried hard to ignore the steamy action she knew she would be a part of.That was why she was sent along with the food to the guest. The guest paid well in advance for the service. She was getting excited while thinking about it. She heard Rimi screaming harder and turned around to look.Rimi’s legs were spread wide open, and it was now being played with 3 fingers. The magical fingers of the guest made her wet beyond imagination just by imagining herself in place of Rimi. Her hands reached her. I made sure that there were certain times in the day that they had to themselves, letting them get used to each other.A few months went by, and Samantha had become like a sister to me. We were actually becoming close friends. As I got sicker, she really came through for me too. She was helping me just like a friend would. I began to lean on her more and more as I got weaker. Having her here had become a God-send.One day, our love making having been off the norm for a month due to my increasing. Barbara was in her 40’s like me, she was single with red hair and a little too much makeup. I could tell that she already knew who I was and was happy to have me in the carpool. We stopped to pick up Debbi, who I didn’t learn too much about because she just sat quietly and texted all the way into the office complex. After cruising down the 405 freeway in the carpool lane for about 30 minutes, Natalie pulled up to our first stop and Debbi jumped out. She finally put her phone down, and.