“Don’t be so stupid!”, I told him. “Have fun with her no matter how fake her breasts are!” And I think he did it. He was alone in his room a...fter work. Hesitant again. To look at her or not? He knew that if he looked at her he would end stroking to her. He tried to do something else, to do some work. But he couldn’t, she was trying to seduce him and she was so good at it! He finally surrendered. He took the pics, sat on the sofa and unzipped his jeans. It was easier to imagine her seducing him;. Being so tall she found sex in the shower restrictive and uncomfortable.Once in the bedroom, Wendy lay back onto the bed, lifting her knees and opening her legs to tease Sam with an unrestricted view of her pussy. Once more, the thought of other men seeing this view popped into his mind. Why am I having these thoughts and feelings? She's my wife! Sam felt guilty for having such thoughts. He didn't understand where they came from. All the same, his excitement was undeniable.Snapping back to. ”“My mom said it reminded her so much of the kitchen she grew up in, she decided the dinette set belonged here.”“Oh, it does,” Kara replied.“I’m really happy you agreed to come, Kara.”“I wanted to see the house.”“I hope you wanted to see me.”“That, too.”“I’m pleased. You’re looking good. How’s the IUD working out?”“I had some discomfort the first day. Now, I hardly know it’s there.“How’s work?”“I submerge myself in it,” she replied. “If I didn’t have work, I think I’d go crazy. Maybe I have. She smiled and waved goodbye. We fucked again, thinking of her, as soon as we got home. That was five years ago. Now I’m back at One Last Shag at 5:30pm on a lonely Friday, sitting at the end of the bar down near the silent jukebox. Chapter 2: This Surely is a Dream The afternoon drinkers, for the most part, have cleared out, and the after-work crowd has just started to trickle in. I’m one seat down from the end of the bar with only the latest in a series of Shaggy Mules to keep me company..