I pulled back, telling her we had all night. She slowed down, but it was obvious she wanted to be fucked right now, hard and fast. I kissed her agai..., softly laying her gently on the bed. She automatically spread her legs, with her knees up. I knelt between her spread legs, leaning down to hold her arms over her head and kiss her while she tried to capture my prick in her pussy. I moved down to her neck and on to her breasts, kissing licking and sucking her nipples as I ran my hands down. Her mind almost blotted out the guilt that welled parallel to her rising lust as shewormed her middle finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heatedpussy. She knew there was no way to stop herself now. She would never get tosleep if she didn't do something to quell her consuming lust. Moaning distantly sheburrowed her middle finger deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly throbbingbud of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank her finger to the. My wife and her were, mades of honour to each other (in here it is called a godmother) at their weddings, and we started hanging out, you know, like couples do. And the flirting I saw, or imagined (I wasnt sure back then) continued.Fast forward to 2009. I was 25, she and my wife were 24, two years after we all got married. We were spending our summer vacation in Montenegro, in this cheap rental apartment, which we shared, since we were piss poor back then. It was just one big room, with two big. But, I hope you'll take me home and still love me, and help this poor woman survive this night. And, Howard, I don't deserve you either," she said."Marci, I forgive you. I'm not sure I agree with what you did. I think that we could have gotten through it, pressures or no pressures, but maybe not. You just might have been right. Hell, I don't know."I know I'm happy now. And for the life of me, I hope you and Howard make it. I want you to make it."Howard, she killed a man. But, she was provoked.