I then gently pulled down the sock. Her foot looked OK but she was clearly in pain. I took her foot and lifted it to my mouth. “Maybe this will help...,” I said and stared gently sucking her toes and licking between them. After a couple of minutes she said, “I think my knee hurts as well.” My hand stroked it and again I start licking it. My hands were going all along her leg, massaging and caressing, hoping to ease the pain. “Please check here,” she murmured, and lifting her bottom forward on. Basically, he wanted to fuck me. Actually, I was interested but after all, I'm good friends with his wife. I couldn't. I just couldn't. I gave him a strong, 'no', straightened my hair and left the room. Maybe that was a mistake but I'll never know. Later I learned that Dirk had been fucking our neighbor, Maggie, for the past year and a half. There are no secrets in our tiny community. There had to be something more to learning about my sexual self than having casual sex with a neighbor. I had. Happily, anticipating the mind altering effects of the ‘Devil’s Cut’ bourbon they had ordered. I chuckled aloud to myself at the irony of that as I walked to the bar. I glanced at the dance floor, enjoying the sex simulation that was this modern worlds dancing. The tribal samba rhythms of the music giving them their beat, unknowingly copying the heartbeats of their mother’s that they heard in the womb. The bartender was busy. He didn’t notice me but I was long used to that. Most in this world. Are your own nocturnal wanderings of equal interest?”A shift in the breeze carried the now-familiar scent of her arousal to his nose, and he struggled to free his mind from the intoxicating memory. “By now they might be. The palpably frenzied manner of your departure didn’t seem to others like someone in good health taking their usual relief, and your offhand declaration of infirmity carried to more ears than just the Holbytla’s. Concerns were expressed ... to me ... and I had to dissuade.