My erection was coming back!Paul leant back against the arm of the sofa, he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it. I remembered the flat... stomach with a dusting of hair. I removed my jacket, partly to follow his lead and because I was beginning to get really quite hot. I stopped at my shirt as I wanted him to lead at that moment and I would follow in silence after I’d taken in the sight before me.Paul unbuckled his belt. I noticed the bulge in his jeans, pushed over to his left.. What? Why? Charlie, I will never be able to forgive myself." "Do you love him, Marylou?" I said. My conscious memory had returned. The image of them embracing and kissing and being lovey-dovey tortured my heart. "Charlie, I . . ." "I guess that's all the answer I need. Please leave me, Marylou. Please, before I embarrass myself. Please!" I could see she was crying. But the last thing I needed was an unfaithful wife hanging around feeling guilty and sorry for me. My dancing days might be. He grabs my hair and urges me to a standing position. He uses his free hand to massage my clit while he continues thrusting his amazing dick, in and out. 'Fuck!' I think that may have been louder than it should have been.'Ssshhh,' Chris chuckles. Still thrusting. Still massaging. I'm about to come and he knows it. He uses the fist full of my hair to guide my face to his. 'You can come now,' he permits as he puts his mouth on mine and starts kissing me hard just as an involuntary scream was. Eh..." Replied my Mom."Stein. Bertha Stein is my name. Some groups of people to which I belong as well, are trying to change things, but it's slow going I'm afraid. Now, I doubt you would have found anything for your daughter to wear in those stores even if they did let you shop there. But I know off a little boutique that would be willing and able to sell or even make some clothes for you."Mom thanked Mrs. Stein and she took us to the small store not too far from where we were. There the.