I didn’t even know He was lost! Otherwise I was all alone and mostly hidden by shelves and stacks of books.While I should have taken the time to edi...y myself or at least read up on my grammar rules, I, instead, found myself edging my still-pulsating pussy through the entire morning and early afternoon. I had reduced myself to a quivering mass of pre-orgasmic lust and I loved it. My prior weekend kept playing in my mind as I read. I projected myself into the heroines of the stories I read, or. I cocked my head and finally said to him, "I'm going to call you 'Hunter', since it makes a better name than 'Searcher.' 'Searcher' is more of a title, while 'Hunter' is a name I know at least one woman uses, even though it seems more masculine than feminine."I paused for his reaction. For a long moment, he didn't react at all. Could I have guessed to wrong about him? Then a slow smile creased his face. Hunter was obviously a careful thinker. That improved my opinion of him another couple of. Another long kiss followed during which Cornelia fished Adrian's cock out of his underpants and then he dragged her trousers down to see her white panties seemingly being eaten by her wet cunt.Cornelia stepped out of her trousers as Adrian did the same with his and he removed his socks so that now the about to be lovers faced each other with her just in her panties and he with his cock and balls above the front of his underpants."Fuck, I want you, Cornelia," he said as he massaged her. After a few hours my wife called to say goodnight to me as shedoes every night. Since she wasn’t screaming at me I figured I had a reprieve tilltomorrow. I assumed Deb was so upset she couldn’t even call. Nothing happenedthe next day or the day after. By the third day I began to feel safer. Thethoughts of divorce and scandal slowly fading to be replaced by that cocky gotaway with it feeling. I knew I was safe when that Saturday Deb called and I answered.At first I was shocked to hear her voice.