Even imagining someone sexually besides your husband gives a feeling of guilt, as if I have done some unforgiven sin and I could not look into the eye... of a husband ever again.No matter how much I feel a lack of purpose in my life, I have to be faithful to my husband not only in real life but also in my thoughts. No matter how much it kills me from inside.The shower was running and my whole body was getting wet. My mind was forcing itself to think or not to think about him. In this whole. She was quite pretty, with an innocent looking face, which always attracted me, she had a goodish body if a little over weight around her waist and hips. I have been seeing her for a couple of weeks now and she is defiantly below me in the pecking order. We went out a few times until she seemed comfortable enough in my company for me to take her back to my flat, where I stripped and fucked her for the first time.This was not an act of love, but a deliberate move, on my part, to dominate her. It. In my sex crazed lust, my mind screamed for me to taste my lover's juice. I quickly wiped my hand across the hot flesh of my inner thigh and brought the essence of our coupling to my mouth. His scent filled my nostrils and burned a memory into my brain. I lapped at the pungent juice that clung to my fingers like a starving person would when offered a life saving drink of water. The taste fired my lust and another orgasm raced thru my body. I screamed his name and my body is shook. I hear Jamaal giggle, we have been holding hands for too long and now I am embarrassed so I pull my hand away and smile at him.Jamaal breaks the spell between the two boys by reaching out and taking Ijah’s hand as he pulls him away from Callum towards the bed, he gestures for Callum to once again sit on the metal chair. Ijah eyes are still on Callum. Ijah is facing Callum and Jamaal has his back to him and he reaches up and slowly pulls Ijah’s shirt up over his head, Ijah has to bend down so.