I was boiling underneath my skin though if the truth had been known."Hey... Mark."He stopped about fifteen feet away from me. I was standing right bes...ide his car, so he wasn't about to go anywhere too far away with me standing right there."Look, you shouldn't be here messing with me man. It was your wife that wanted to tie you up like that... I was just a tool... that's all." Yeah? Did you know that while you were her 'tool' that you knocked her up?" What? She's too old... she told me she. I text Mike and asked him if he could get away from the wife as well. He said yes. During our plans, he kept asking me where I was saying I was going, how was it going to work, that sort of thing. I finally had to spell it out for him: Just get a hotel room at 1:30 and be naked when I get there. His response? I can do that! It had been almost two weeks since we have gotten to see each other and we were both so anxious. He told me to text him before he left to let him know it was still a go.. It was going to be awhile before she could get any more than that from him, so she relished the moment, trying not to let anyone else notice.“Well, that was disappointing,” said Becky. “Maybe we should’ve gotten an earlier flight.”“If we did, hon, our trip would have been a bit more unpleasant.”She blushed, then explained, “I’m still getting over a bit of the flu. I gulped down a lot of medicine this morning, to keep from getting sick on the plane. It’s made me a little ... tired, you could. Alex had to do it − all by sense of touch, of course. In a piece of complicated choreography, he was guided onto the bed on his back with Jan on her hands and knees above him, all done without breaking eye contact. ‘Pleasure my lips with your fingertips,’ Jan directed. Without being able to look at her lips, Alex’s fingers first nudged a cheek, then a chin before finding the right destination. With tender delicate motion, he explored her moistened lips. Jan gave a tiny coo of approval. Her.