." "Forgot about toilet paper did you?" I finished digging the toilet paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her...butt against a tree, jeans and panties around he ankles with a small puddle soaking into the ground. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause. Carol had the brightest, red orange hair I had ever seen, big and bushy between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. "Like what you see?" I felt my face flush and. "Okay, Lily. Even after everything I said minutes ago. Even after everything you've just told me. Even after all of the other things that have been said and done over these past months. It comes down to a choice: to trust or not to trust, that is the question. I'm going to gamble that you can make the switch that I am so afraid you can't. Reason? Living without you would be just as bad as living with your cheating. But Lily, if you ever—" I started. "I won't, Michael, I won't," she said. She. I don’t even know if I’m still getting married. I’ve got to talk to Jeff.’ ‘He’ll call you when he’s ready. Have some faith in him.’ ‘That’s the problem. We’re supposed to be getting married and I didn’t trust him.’ ‘He’ll talk with you. Just be patient.’ ‘Yeah.’ Does anyone at all ever realize how galling it is to be told to be patient? How could I have faith in him? I didn’t know if I deserved to be forgiven. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ Sandy said. She sounded awfully cheerful. Was it her. It was little over ¼ thick, but the female clerk whacked herself on the butt with it and assured me that it would do the job even on a full-grown man. Over the next few days, we exchanged emails setting up a role play scenario for that Saturday. Over our time together, we enjoyed all sorts of kinky to extremely kinky role plays: Michael walking in and catching me on a big dildo; him as a doctor giving me a prostate exam and discovering that I had been having receptive anal sex; him as a customs.