I don't see that it would do any good. It would cost a lot of money and wouldn't change a thing. I'd rather pay for a divorce and have it over with. W...e would still be friends and still be bound together through Mindy."Being a salesman like I was, I knew when a sale was lost. I made one more attempt. "Have you told Mindy?" I have hinted about it some. So far she hasn't picked up on it. Would you be the one to tell her without trashing me? You have always been closer to her than I have." Okay, I. ‘Just my luck,’ I thought ruefully. ‘Or, maybe, just my luck,’ I thought more positively.I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss to reassure her, then put my body against hers with my weight on the bed, looking into her eyes.“Can I ask why you hold my hips in place?”“It’s kind of embarrassing,” she said, not looking me in the eye.“I won’t judge you,” I said, running my fingers over her body. “Tell me everything, and I bet I can make all of this a lot better. Don’t be embarrassed.”“Believe me,. "I had never given a blow-job before. But I was worried if I took too long to respond, or messed it up, I would give them an excuse to rape my ass. So I quickly bent my face over Bryan's crotch and began to lick his shaft.The taste of his dick wasn't terrible, I guess. It certainly wouldn't win as a Ben & Jerry's flavor, but it wasn't as putrid as I feared. It was kinda salty and tangy at the same time. There was also a vanilla-ish taste, of all things.So it made it a little easier when I took. “Anything you want.” I said.“I want to fuck you.” He said, his light brown eyes stared into mine with a pleading look.“No.” I said pointedly.“Why not?” He sort of whined.“Because… I don’t feel like it.” I said. It was obvious that I was lying.“Ok, fine.” He thought for a second.“Why don’t you let me give you a massage?” It was a truly desperate move, but I let it slide.“Ok, but shoulders only.” I said strictly. I sat on the floor with my legs folded like an Indian and he got behind me on his.