It wasn’t the best solution.“We can’t let this stand. I’ll unlock a fitting room. I think we should start with--”“Do you mind if we help h...er pick things out?” Kristi interrupted, “I mean, you’ve been great. Commission all the way, but we kind of want to girl talk too.”“Oh?” The woman grinned, “Not just buying for yourselves, eh? I have some great recommendations. Especially for someone with your color.”“Thank you,” Dee shook her head, “But I trust her.”“Oh,” The clerk nodded, “I’ll be at the. They weren’t there now. I didn’t think anythingof it. They were upstairs, each in their room gettingdressed. My wife had been in her dressing gown and myson in his pajama bottoms when we had breakfasttogether.I could have simply picked up my briefcase and left,but at that moment my wife let out a playful shriek andthat got me curious. I went upstairs, not making asound on the carpeted stairway.The door to the master bedroom was partially open and Ilooked in. What a jolt I got.My son. " I mean, you're supposed to be in school." Meh," she shrugged, "School is boring. Especially the last week before vacation. I bunked out after morning register. Jordan is covering for me. She'll tell them I'm in the bathroom or doing something for some other teacher. I do it all the time. This," she nodded in my direction, "This is far more interesting. I am so glad I came home early." What are you going to do?" I asked, unable to hide the thread of desperation that was winding itself around. Having practiced this technique, I knew by his moans that he was expressing his absolute approval. He rewarded me by caressing my nipples, stretching them and pinching them to a flushed pink color. He brushed his fingertips lightly up and down my torso, the insides of my legs, and ran his fingers through my pubic hair. Ever so gently, he stroked the outer edges of my vaginal lips. This caused my clitoris to blossom to attention, eager for any additional that might come that way. I had reached.