I thought what the hell and responded with an email and thought this will never happen. About 5 minutes later I get an email with directions to their...house. In the directions it told me to come in through the garage and in the utility room strip. Now this was strange but I was horny and ready. I emailed back and said after a shower I would be headed that way. In approximately 30 minutes I pulled up to a modest ranch style home. I parked in the drive way and walked into the garage. A note. Fir mene uske kaafi photo kheeche usne abhi tk apne hath nai hataye the to fir mene kaha ab hath hata kr khichwao .Lekin achanak yaha light chali gai or mere aarmano pr pani fir gaya.Ab garmi bhi bht thi .Ha ek baat or ki mera or rani ka ghar barabar se hi lage hue hai or hamari chhat bhi jude hue hai.Or hum ek dusre ki chhat pr aa or ja bhi sakte hai.To fir humne decide kia ki hum chhat pr chalte hai to fir usne apne kapde pehne, skirt usne utari nai thi ab tak. Hum upar chhat pr pahuche to. She says are you going to kick me out and devorce me for being such a slut. I say of course not I love you and always will. She starts crying and says I’m sorry I’ll never do this again, I say its fine you might just want to hold it down to one at a time in the future. I pull into the garage at home, get out help her and into the bathroom take her clothes off her, she is a sight and stinks of sex, cum and sweat and her body is a sight with all the bite marks, she asks if I would get in with her. You knock on the door. It creaks open—there she is, the girl you’re taking to prom!” I said nothing. I just opened my eyes. Stephanie looked at me, expectant: “Who did you see?” “It’s not that simple.” She narrowed her eyes and set down her milkshake with such force that it splashed onto the table. I wasn’t getting let off the hook any longer. I looked at the floor, and quietly confessed: “Liz.” A flood of unwelcome images paraded through my brain. Images of Liz snuggling up to me for our photo.