I said, “They are small.”Brenda lowered her T-shirt with a huff and said, “I said mine were nicer, not bigger.”I knew that I had blown my only...chance to see her tits again so I said, “I’m sorry. I’m such a jerk. May I see them again? Please!”Brenda smiled and said, “As long as you said please.” Then she lifted her T-shirt right up over her head and stood just out of my reach.I looked at them and said, “You are right. Your tits are nicer.”Brenda corrected me and said, “They are called breasts. I do owe it to her. As short of breath as I am, I’m still not close to my orgasm yet, as it’s only been less than an hour since she caught me and Linda red-handed.I give Ms. Taylor a smirk and push her down hard onto the couch. “You’re right Violet. It’s been too long!”Violet starts to laugh as I spread her legs apart roughly. Without any trouble at all, I slide my dick into her very-welcoming vagina. Oh how I missed the warm, cozy feeling of being inside her! It truly did feel like. There were numerous avenues that the Barry and Carol drama could have taken. I found that the following story line stayed truer to the nature of the (my) characters. I’m sure that some of the readers would have liked a different approach to this complex story. Also, it should be noted that even though there are sections in the story that have very explicit sex sessions, they are there to enhance the story and not necessarily be the central theme of the story. My apologies to Mother Thumb and. So clichéd hey, but he has been acting funny for about three months now. He hasn’t been bothering me so often in the bedroom, late nights, mysterious phone calls. All these clues and still I had noidea he was playing around elsewhere for certain, I suspected it but had no real evidence.’ When I produced the panties, he confessed. He had been having an affair with his PA but wanted to stay with me. The worst bit was, she was my best friend. I kicked him out telling him our marriage was.