But I wasn't sure what."Why what?" Why were you glad I wasn't there?" I didn't want ... I don't know ... If I was dead, you could move on." I'm ... I ...understand ... at the time I didn't want to move on. I'm glad I don't have to." Can we talk about something else?" They dredged up the car. The propeller cuts passed before and after the seat." I noticed." I'll bet." Then I was out of the car. The prop wash bounced me along the bottom. I saw something shiny and picked it up."Oh, brother."It was. Within seconds he had asked me for a date and Ihad accepted. He would pick me up next Saturday. No; that wouldn't work;he would go to Betty's and...no, wait!...if I played my cards right, hewould find me as Betty when he went there. Fine. Now all I had to do wastalk Betty into it.He was gone by the time Betty came back. She had taken longer than sheexpected."I had to wait for a booth, and it wasn't until I was inside and sittingdown that I remembered that I was a guy and could have used a. Anyway, his last afternoon visit I mention a sore back and he says let me give you a massage, I am pretty good at it.He said to grab two small towels in case my hubby entered as we were dangerously close to his return time, as if towels would somehow make it either explainable or acceptable, and we headed to my bedroom. I knew this was this going to be a massage that ended up with him fucking me, I also knew the chances of my husband catching us but that somehow made it even better and to be. ” I dropped my towel and lay across the bed and told her, “I want to watch you remove your clothes.” She stepped back and started removing one article at a time, doing it so sensually. It was almost as she was already fucking me. She was so fucking hot, doing her strip tease; she had my cock standing tall and throbbing. I started stroking my fat cock, while watching her. She asked, “Do you like what you see?” I replied, “Oh fuck yes, you are so fucking hot.” She continued to remove her.