Did they describe something like that?” I asked.“No,” Constance replied. “That confused me. They kept saying that you were gentle and made sur... they enjoyed it. My mother always said it was something to be endured.”I stepped to my left and sat on the edge of the bed. Constance looked a bit nervous, but did not resist as I pulled her down to sit next to me. I gave her a moment and then put a hand on the back of her neck as I bent forward and put my lips to hers.Constance froze. She sat. I started to give her overview, to which she said asked if I was ashamed of telling the details. Then I started and told her every detail and also about masturbation and how it felt. During the complete story sometimes she gave sorry look, sometime she avoided looking directly in my eyes. After telling everything she came near me and held me in her arms (sitting only) and tried to console me. In a way both of us were liking the body touch of each other. She then told me to sleep.We both wanted. She was inviting in every way. Part of him couldn’t wait to come into her mouth, part of him wanted to roll her over and make love to her. He looked around the room and noticed Anne was standing in the doorway of the closet, watching like a hawk. She was dressed in casual, yet designer jeans, but hadn’t yet put a shirt on. She stood bare breasted, watching with dark eyes. Ryan could hardly take it anymore. ‘Rachel… baby…. I’m…’ He couldn’t even get the words out. How long has it been before. You know, for making her last night so … enjoyable.”“My pleasure, mate.”“Was it? A pleasure, I mean?”“Sure,” he said with a grin, “I always enjoy a good fuck, no matter who it is. But all the time, I knew I was really sticking it to her, about to pay her back for wrecking my sister’s marriage. No offence but your wife is … was, a real bitch, a home wrecker, a selfish cow with no morals and I’m glad to be a part of her timely demise. Sorry to be so blunt but you did ask.”“Yeah, I know. It’s just.