He reached up and touched her face; a flash of his dream went through his mind, the woman with the blonde hair and kissable lips. Was it Angel? Was it... this mysterious woman who sat here now on his bed? He shook his head and hugged her tightly. At first, Angel didn’t respond, then she slowly wrapped her arms around him. Suddenly, Don found himself sobbing, and he knew he was finally mourning the end of his marriage. After several minutes, he released Angel and looked at her face. She wiped the. He went into her office, she was sat not at her desk but in high chair at a low table, she didn’t stand but just told John to take a seat. She was using all the tricks, her chair higher than the other, giving her the higher ground, making John look up to her, but John didn’t sit down, instead, having previously decided his actions, and if it didn’t work and he was accused of anything, he really didn’t care, he turned to face her and said, ‘Have you got panties on?’ Sally hadn’t changed in. " You weren't. It was perfectly natural. You had a foul thing happen to you. I was half expecting it." Well, it still made things difficult for you." Not really, just a few minor adjustments."She looked down shyly. "I enjoyed it even more than dancing with you," she said softly."Don't tempt me, my sweet." Sorry."He smiled at her and she had to look away. He decided the subject needed changing, fast."So what's your plan for the morning? I've got a client at ten." Dusting and hoovering and also. Her bathing suit clung to her body as she pulled herself out of the water. She noticed that the suit had bunched up her crack as she walked back to her chaise lounge. She felt his eyes upon her as she swayed her hips and felt alive. She knew her ass was exposed but she wanted to taunt this man. To prove she still could be a sexy lady to someone. She sat down and noticed the mystery man was now openly staring at her with a broad grin showing off his white teeth. Her husband meanwhile was.