So much under the bridge together. I would never let him go.But love as it had been? Husband and wife? Man and woman? No. Neveragain. A part of me was...sad of this.Yet another part sensed on an instinctive level that this was nature'sdestiny. We were meant to be the way I was about to compel us to be. Hewould not object; he never did. And if he did, then I would stop. Buthe never did. That's trust, one that I know to the root of my soul thatI can never betray.I went into the downstairs bathroom. I was used to her being in charge and more or less telling me what I should do or what to do. I was really looking forward to her coming back to town in late July. The only problem I might have with her was, could I trust her around John. I still was not sure about that but it did seem to me that she had lost her interest in him. She never really asked me anything about him when she wrote or when I talked to her on the phone other than if he was doing OK. Kim even told me that she was going to. I started sucking her beautiful breasts and giving her the chills by circling around her nipples. That make-out session was making us both crazy and we wanted more action.Coming to the main part. We entered the room and I had planned not to rush things up and take this slow and passionately. I started with kissing her on her forehead and I got over on her and we started kissing each other passionately. I was slowly making her mad by moving my hand on her navel and her pussy slowly rubbing it. It was as if she fell into frustrated-parent mode. Mom had found it easier to boss me around instead of talking to me. Mom and Dad had never been those parents that would tell you to do something just because they said so. We had in-depth conversations, not flippant one-liners. This led me back to the conversation I was having with Tami. In the past I would have shared with her everything I was going through with my parents, but she was just a friend now. I wouldn’t tell anyone else about my.