Christinepurred and looked up at the ceiling."I can't feel guilty about this. It's been months since I've had sex.My husband's walked out again. Anywa... you seemed to enjoy it."I made an appreciative noise."Do you wear panties all the time." Uh huh. And when at home I'm usually dressed up and call myselfCarla." Oh. Well you are a fantastic lover. Don't waste yourself by beinggay."I could think of nothing to say so I just stroked her stomach for amoment.We dressed almost in silence and then. I felt Freds slim finger go in too for a few minutes, then a little larger that must be two fingers. He stroked slowly at first, then faster until I heard him groan on the other side of the wall before he pulled them out. He said to stay right where I was for more fun. I was so afraid if Fred found out what I had done to the stranger in the other hole what he would do. Then a second eye peered at me until another nice cock came through, longer and slimmer than the first one. I sucked it too. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'd been looking forward to having sex with Brenda again. I'd already checked on my condom supply, several times.I had been giving a lot of thought to the direction I had obviously been moving, this in reference to what Shirley and I had talked about. We had both said we needed to make a decision concerning our seeing other people during whatever time we were going to be apart. After what I'd done, in the employees parking lot, with Helen, my decision seemed. These thoughts probably started because of an incident that took place when I was only twelve years old. I was in my bedroom doing homework and my mother was in the next room taking a bath. She called for me and asked if I would fetch her razor from the hall closet and then bring it to her. I agreed. I figured that I would simply open up the bathroom door, mom would cover herself, and I would hand the razor to her. No big deal, right? Wrong! When I opened the door into the bathroom, mom was in.