"Kathy," I heard someone say.I looked up at Fred as he bent down to speak to me."Fred. I am so..." I tried to apologize.Fred cut me off. "Kathy, don't...say anything... ' Then he said. "Do you think you'll get that promotion now?"I laid my head back down on my arm and cried. I had just lost everything.I don't know how long I was on the floor before Carol Studwell came over to see if I was all right. Carol works for me in accounting. I couldn't answer her questions so she helped me to my feet and. Each wanton sexual encounter changed me, some a little, others a lot.We're imprinted by youth's diecast. Despite many transformations, I remain the poor, Catholic, Asian girl born in a rural orchard and raised in an East San Jose dysfunctional family. Now again, the dutiful wife, mother, grandmother and great grandmother, I pray and light candles in church. I’m back to before puberty.In between, adultery’s my sin. Looking back, I wonder why. It makes no sense now. My libido, stronger than most,. He had a tent in his shorts from a hard cock. I kept looking at it. He sat on the couch and then asked if my wife knew I did this. I said not really. She knew I could deep throat the dildo because I did that to try and teach her to do it to me. He asked if I had ever had sex with a man. I told him I had a few times but it had been a while. I asked him if he was curious too. He was and then reached and rubbed his cock. I could tell this was going to be good.I reached and touched him. . After some slow, sensual writhing together, she broke off our kiss, gasping, wanting more. She sat up, placing her hands on my chest for support, and began to bounce slowly up and down on top of me. I lay my head back for a minute, enjoying the sensation, then began to help her and started squeezing her lovely breasts. It was hard to get any speed with the water in the way, but we'd had practice and knew how to move with its flow and barely any water spilled out. Not long after, I could.