She would simply inform Kevin of his own wife's infidelity. That was the important thing for him to know."Drink your scotch, Ma. That's a good introdu...ction to any conversation." How does that work?" she asked, glad to be diverted for a moment from her difficult task."I guess it loosens your tongue enough so you can blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind!" he half laughed. "It's like pulling out the cork so you can get at what's in the bottle." Oh, God," she cried out. She did feel. The filtered sunlight gently lit her hair, which sprayed across the pillow, and softly highlighted her features. He smiled and put a hand out to touch her, but stopped, reluctant to wake her. Her breathing was deep, contented and her single exposed breast rose and fell with a gentle erotic rhythm.Moving slowly, not wanting to disturb her, he padded into the bathroom, closing the door carefully. He washed his face with cold water, staring at himself in the mirror as he did so, thinking once. Denise was wearing some tight tan-coloured trousers, a navy blue cashmere sweater with a white button-down blouse layered underneath it, traditional enough but the top two buttons of the blouse were open, and the trousers were just tight enough to enhance her figure rather than just display any bulges there were."I won't be needing a lift, I'll drive myself to the school tonight, Stan. I'll be going out with Tom afterwards," she told him."All right then, Denise," Stan replied. "You and he got. No woman talks about bras so openly.”“Of course, I am not a prudish girl. For now, you can enjoy these braless moments of your wife’s best friend in your wife’s absence,” I giggled. Anil was now slowly opening up with me. “Braless moments of the most beautiful woman.”“Hahaha…if I am the most beautiful, what about your wife?”“Wife is incomparable for any man. When it comes to other men’s wife, you are the most beautiful woman for me.”“You are flirty now.” Then I asked him suddenly, “I want to.