On the other hand she was just about ready to drag him away. She knew the house well and could probably discover an open bedroom. Her mind set she loo...ed to the dance corner and discovered him missing. Her smile began to fade as she realized her cup was empty. He hadn’t been through to get her drink so he hadn’t gone to the kitchen. It was possible he’d gone to the bathroom. She wandered towards the hall, determined to molest him the moment he left the bathroom, as fire raged deep within her. Your other hand is tracing underneath me, touching my neck and chest. Dragging your fingernails against my skin. Grasping one of my breasts and toying with my nipple. Your hand moves to my stomach and pressing in as if you’re trying to feel your penis when you thrust into me then continuing down to my clitoris. You’re rhythmically thrusting your penis into me. I try to squeeze you with all the muscles of my lower stomach, trying to hold you inside me. “Where do you want me to cum?”“aahhh!” I. His body was already hurting five different ways. He needed to rest. Looking around himself, he found nothing that promised protection against the heat of the day, so he lowered himself to the ground where he stood, dropping to his knees, then carefully moving to a sitting position. He could not bring himself to trust the shade of the canyon walls. Who knew when the earth might decide to buck again. Sleep hung at the back of his head, waiting to overtake him. Even so, his thoughts ran too. I can just imagine what a good divorce barrister would make of me trying to bring those emails up in court.If she takes the second option and begs forgiveness? What proof do I have that she won't do the same thing again in the future, only being more careful about it the next time? It was only by pure luck that I had discovered her planned liaison this time.No, I didn't think forgiveness was an option. And I'd need proof that she was an adulteress before I confronted her; otherwise she could.