I hardly noticed; my attention was totally enthralled at my wife and this guy whose hand was travelling ever so slowly up the outside of her thigh.I c...ould see her lips were parted and moist. They had become coloured slightly as they always did when she got excited. It acted like a beacon to me in our sex life, knowing that she signalled her readiness to couple in this way as well as other obvious signs.They were still talking, although I couldn't hear what was being said, but her smile and the. The only question that had been nagging at him lately was whether Paul was coming with him. He needed to be sure, thus the test.That put me in a really serious bind. Ceres had never met the thief — all contact had been handled via secure email — but that didn't matter. Ceres knew where the painting was; it had been shipped to Costa Rica the very next day and was already hanging in the entryway to Casa de Retirement, right above the antique Steinway Concert Grand. Ceres had paid the thief two. ." Go on," I responded, part of me not really wanting him to."I... Well, I think I had a wet dream," he said, turning to face me witha pained expression on his face, the evidence of my indiscretion coveringthe front of his boxers in thick white globules. "I mean, I woke upcovered in... this, with a raging hard-on and all sorts of dirty thoughtsrunning through my head, so..."I knew I should tell him the truth, but I just couldn't. What if hedidn't react well? Despite all our time together I. "Here you can keep this map I have several of them" he said folding then handing her the map. Just then the server brought their food and they kept to small talk both feeling emotional about the idea of going separate directions. It wasn't long before they finished eating and needed to hit the road and before long they were back in the truck headed to the intersection of the highways he had shown her.As he got closer to the drop off point he asked, "Now I guess I don't have to remind you how.