So, yeah, I am sorry. You just want to pretend it never happened though?”“Yeah, let’s just forget about that bad time,” she said, slipping her...hand through the crook of my elbow.I looked at her fingers, curled around my forearm. Something was wrong here; she seemed really happy. Then again, maybe this had been weighing on her too. Perhaps having some closure was a huge relief.“All right, let’s forget about it,” I agreed slowly.“So are you meeting Lara soon, or do you want to go on a ride?”“I’m. . You immediately start verbally bashing me, ordering that I explain myself and my perverse actions... I can only look at the floor with my pre-cum dripping erection subsiding from embarrassment. You stand there shaking your head knowing that I MUST be punished for being such a filthy little horn-dog while you were away. Standing in the doorway, still sweaty from your workouts, with your hands on your hips, you order me to get down on my knees beneath you. I bolt across the room like a prize. He went on to win the set and match and soon after, was successful in an effort to secure an introduction to the beautiful young woman.Bob was honest with himself as he concluded this day that while Holly may not be every man's definition of a "trophy wife", she would be considered so by a great many of them. Bob and Holly were married the week after his graduation, and their daughter, Dusty, was born in June of the following year. While it had been their intent for Holly to continue her. Viv grabbed my manhood and led me into the family room. She sat me in the recliner and stood before me."Okay Aaron, it is showtime."Viv walked across the room to the sofa, sat down, spread her legs and began to play with herself. Seductively, she began to massage her tits and talk dirty. Viv paid meticulous attention to her nipples. She gently pinched each one and licked them. After some time with her breasts, her hands moved to her womanhood. Viv's fingers massaged her clit, spread her.