“I promise not to spill anything on you,” he said, and I could hear the laughter in his voice.I accepted his invitation, and had a delightful time... He was a perfect gentleman, never gave a hint that he expected anything other than a pleasant lunch between two acquaintances.We talked about many things; the most interesting was when he spoke about his grandparents’ time in the internment camps during World War Two. I was ashamed to admit to only having a passing knowledge of that time, and was. It has finished now but I decided to get my revenge.Susan got very drunk one night and when I got her home I spanked her and then face fucked her.And in the morning I was pleasantly surprised to find out she could not remember a thing. We were going to a friends house on the next Saturday and I decided that I was going to make sure that she got very drunk.Susan on the night was wearing a nice short skirt and a virtually see through blouse and a white bra.Susan and I have always enjoyed car sex. I wave her to a table and hear about her meeting. She got what she wanted but obviously ending a 10-year marriage is going to be hard. She told me how she kept it together until getting to her car and just broke down. Calling M, she found out we were meeting here so wanted to see her before heading home. Seeing my drink, she asks what it is and decides to have one herself. About 15 minutes later M walks through the door wearing a red sundress and flats. She looks stunning. Coming over to H she. Panic had me firmly in its grasp. Finally Imanaged to shove the wig back. Now it was all over. She'd call the policeimmediately and I would be at the police station as a little girl - andtomorrow in the newspaper."You don't need to be so frightened, Andrea," she said in a soothingtone. "I've known for a long time that you wear a wig." And she'd neversaid anything?"Your wig isn't bad, but a person can tell that these aren't genuinehair. For example, with real hair some are always shorter than.