It just feels as if she’s the thing pulling us together. I made love with you that first time thinking you were Birgit. You remind me of her and I�...�m afraid that I’m in love with the idea of being in love with you because of Birgit.”“Yes,” she replied, “I think that’s exactly it. Forget the tea. Let me go turn off the kettle. We have something to do.”She went to the kitchen to turn off the stove and then came back to the living room.“Put your shoes on. Let’s go.”I knew exactly where she wanted. He was still standing behind my bar stool, and in a somewhat dreamy state I said to him over my shoulder, “that sounds fascinating and I think I’m interested. I definitely want to hear more….”As I was telling him this, I saw him put his drink on the bar, then reach down with his right hand and unzip his fly….allowing his erect cock to spring out of his slacks. I could feel it through the thin material of my dress against my back, and I was immediately impressed with its size. I reached behind. Imagine my father's shame, a decorated officer in the marines, a son and daughter, local politician and his ex wife whoring it out for a guy named Chino. He was a proud man my father, strong in the face of adversity, actually come to think of it he was a little quiet too. 8 Years Earlier The divorce was quick, my father had connections, boy did he have connections. I remember my sister coming home one time, she must have been all of 14 and three minutes younger than me. As usual I had. I need to get home to meet Jessica for our walk.”“Maybe we can talk when you come back from lunch. I assume you saw the Foundation schedule?”“Yes, and I need to talk to you about that. The fundraiser is on the 20th, the day after Easter. Jess will be working.”“You need to be there, one way or the other.”“I know,” I sighed. “I’ll just have to come stag. Bringing Kara probably wouldn’t be the best idea.”“Let me think about it. Word is going to get out anyway.”“OK. I assume I can’t refer to the.