Asmuch as I wanted to go to the police, I also found myself suddenly wantingto take out his cock and suck it until I begged him to fuck me."Of course,..." he said, "That's what friends are for." And then as he smiledat me, he awkwardly placed a hand on my thigh before immediately picking itup. "Oh, um, sorry man." It took every ounce of willpower that I had not toplace his hand back on my thigh, not to slide over and climb on top of him,straddling him, pulling out his cock and kissing him while he. He carried he over to one of the couches and laid her down, pushing her skirt up all the way to her waist. His hand moved between her thighs as he slipped off her now drenched panties with the other. Kneeling at the side of the couch, he spread her legs wide and blew gently on her wet sex. The sensations were almost overwhelming for Wendi, she started writhing on the sofa when his tongue touched her enflamed clit. He did just as he said he would, licking firmly all around it before diving in. It hurt.Mom said, “We’re here, roll up the sails. I’ll start the diesel.”“Roll up the sails?”“Red button.” She pointed. “Green button is up.”“Ok. Red button is down.” I pushed it, the sails did their thing. “I’d better get to journaling ... this is too much to remember.”“Now you see the reason for the journal?”“Yup. Should I log our little incident?”“Good Heavens, No!”“Why not?”“If it isn’t written down...” She made that continuing motion with her hand.“It didn’t happen.” I finished.“You’re so. I even got a smile and a kiss on the cheek from Mike. We all sat down and had pie and whipped cream. It couldn't have been a happier ending to Thanksgiving.Mike and I became closer but not intimate. He asked me about dating in general and I told him I wasn't doing anything until after the divorce was final. The girls asked me if I would take them Christmas shopping.Since I'm a woman who loves to shop it wasn't a hard decision to make. We went a few times and I have to say I enjoyed it. Mike.