"Anyway, my point is ... Jean could have most likely gotten off Scott free but she took responsibility like you said. She's trying to atone."I didn't ...say anything, just sat there, staring into the glass I was twirling around in my hand and letting her words sink in."She still loves you, you know."I nodded my head, "Yeah, I know; and to some extent I still love her, but we could never be a couple again, the wounds are just too deep," I said."I know," she said with a small sigh, "and so does she. I made her sit next to me and started kissing her all over, from her lips to boobs, nipples and finally pussy. I got into a 69 position with her and she started sucking me. Sam gave a brilliant blowjob, she really knew how to drive a man crazy. After ten minutes she started saying that she wanted to be fucked.She sat on top of me and quickly ensured that my cock was buried in her pussy. Her pussy was tight and wet. I could feel her juices running down my cock onto my balls. She grabbed my head. And besides, Bill was working late again himself, though he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately anyway. She couldn't help but wonder..."Mandy? Can I see you for a moment?" Jim had asked her drawing her off to the side. "I hate to do this to you," he began. "But something's come up in the San Francisco office, I have to fly out tonight. Think you can handle entertaining Mike and Christopher yourself? Take them out to the sight, show them around, and then have dinner with them later? See if. “Six-thirty this Saturday. I’d be delighted.”She figured that Kindle deserved lamb chops. Bill drove her to the butcher’s shop -- she wasn’t going to depend on a butcher’s department in a supermarket when her dissertation’s acceptance might hang on the taste of the meal -- on Friday. He did what he could to give her time in the kitchen to do the cooking. Bill was being very cooperative.The same couldn’t have been said of his sons. They got their schedules off, and -- try as she might -- kept.