.a car wreck. And it was my fault. Another wave of guilt washed through me. I had been the one driving at the time, to my wife's protests, but I had a...so been drinking just a short while earlier. Before I knew what had happened, we had hit another car...and my wife died slowly that night in the hospital, though the driver of the other car had died instantly. As did my...my unborn daughter. I had been the only survivor.I paused, choking on the memories as I stared at the brownstone, slowly. We were both panting when we broke the kiss. Missy dropped her purse on the kitchen counter and then turned to me."I don't mean to put you off, John, but I need a shower," she said firmly."Of course. Tracey thought you might want one. Take your time and pamper yourself. There are towels and stuff on the counter. I, um, kinda bought something for you to wear too."Missy turned the light on in the bathroom and stared at what I had gotten her. "It's beautiful, John, thank you," she said as she. Yet I was nervous you may have moved on, grown up or just didn’t feel the same. We first met in the April of ’88, me a gawky teenager, no discernable dress sense with big 80’s style glasses and hair better suited to a primate who didn’t own a mirror. My 5’11’ frame on the skinny side of athletic but not from a lack of effort. I was fit and healthy but just couldn’t add weight to my frame to get to a more defined body. It always bothered me, especially being a little shy and reserved that most. Ryan blindly extended a hand and shut off the scorching water, leaving us in a sodden pile in the tub, me panting for breath, and him licking his lips. When I was able to move again, I tried to simply look at him, but I acted unconsciously, pulling his face to mine so that we could kiss again.Our steaming wet, naked bodies grinded sensually against each other as we kissed out in the tub. His long, hard cock finding my ass again, and slipping inside effortlessly.Despite our promise, I let him.