She resolved to go back that evening and confess everything.However, when she arrived home with the children from Gail’s nursery that evening, there...was the note. He was gone beyond her reach and she could not put things right. She looked again at the note. Not, ‘Dearest Susan’ and not ‘All my love’. The note was brief and rather formal. She felt fear. Did he already know?A fortnight later, she was on her way back to the family, ready to spend a weekend at Ian’s house. She was happy to be able. Her fingers moved slowly, tantalizing and teasing as she popped open each button meticulously. She pulled the blouse to the side after each button, slowly revealing the lacy bra that she had put on this morning in anticipation of this striptease. Her fingers ran down her cleavage as the blouse was finally opened, teasing her flesh until she could feel her nipples grow beneath the bra.Brandy’s hands went to her skirt, undoing the button, the soft hiss of the zipper the only noise in the room. "Martha slid out of the car. She had deliberately worn plainer clothes,and had put on barely any makeup. The less Inge saw her as a threat thebetter. She rang the doorbell and the door was opened almostimmediately by Albert. "So Albert had been waiting for me," shethought.He nodded. "Good afternoon, Martha, You'd better come in." She noticedhis tone was formal, even slightly cold. "This is my wife Inge. Inge,this is Martha."Martha held out her hand to the cheerful faced blonde woman who came. He had removed my blouse and had started playing with my bra. Soon it also flew to some part of the room. I pulled his Bermudas down and started stroking his cock. Manus lips had reached my thighs. I was moaning like hell. He pulled down my panties and proclaimed “Yeaahh Suma didii I have found where u r wet.” I slapped his face. “Naughty boy” He untied my skirt and it fell down. Now I was standing between the two studs in full glory with just my heels and my ornaments to cover my body. . Manu.