.. ...”Have you called your daddy yet?”“I just got off the telephone with him a few minutes ago. He’ll be here Sunday around dinner, and he’...s excited about the new job. I told him that all he needs to bring is his clothes and anything personal he might need.”“I’m looking forward to meeting him. I feel like I know him already, as much as you’ve told me about him.”“I think you’ll like him, and I know he’ll like you.”He walked out with me, and slapped my shoulder as I turned to walk down the. After all, it was harmless. Trivial. Perfunctory! But then for a second time, with renewed interest, she swiveled her neck sideways to look at me and the spell was broken. Sharply I whipped my faced forward, only to sneak a quick look her way again to see that she was still looking at me, and slightly grinning. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and started preparing something to say -- what I could not figure -- as if being asked to plead my case, when she was the one who instead chose to. I went to a small village pub out of town on the way home. Dim lights, low hanging lamps over coarse tables, coarse wooden beams supporting the ceiling, dark wood all around. Just a dozen people or so were quietly hanging round, it was a lazy kind of late evening. I didn´t notice at first, but when she suddenly stood before me, it was like a pleasant electric shock running down from my eyes to my crotch. An unreadable faint smile played on her face when she took my order. I could only stare at. ‘Supposing I was a bit further on and they didn’t see me’. I saw my husband was getting hard again. In a year’s time I’d have given him a different answer, that day I said I’d run. Of course I still hadn’t had any extra marital sex at this point. What did happen was I had some very erotic masturbatory climaxes on my own thinking of what I would have let those lads do, having caught me like that. That was the last one of that summer, by start of October it was too cold to play anymore. So we.