One day, about a month after Diane had gone to work full time, I was in the laundry room sorting the clothes and getting ready to wash them when I not...ced the white crust on the crotch band of a pair of Diane's black lace panties. Until then I had managed to go through eight years of marriage without ever once being suspicious of Diane or harboring doubts about her fidelity. As soon as I saw those panties I knew what I was looking at. I knew what it was and I knew it wasn't mine. My. My wheels seemed to poise over therail perfectly and for a moment, all time stopped. At that point, Ithought I had it licked. Oh my fucking god, I'm going to grind the rail.And then my front skate was crossing the rail and I was fallingbackwards.Luck, if you could call it that, was on my side just a bit, or else shehanded me this one little boon because she felt guilty about abandoningme. My skates were kind of together, so I came down almost sideways ontothe rail. I felt that mostly on my. Unhindered by sound, Dawn let George hear her.“Oh George, I have been waiting for this all day,” she cried. “W-wait! S-stop, please!”George let up abruptly, worried that he had done something wrong.Dawn sat up and swung her leg over to straddle him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him passionately. “I was about to cum. But I want to cum with you inside me,” she said breathlessly.He kissed her back and said, “Strip for me.”She giggled and smiled shyly, “Yes,. Face what you find down this road. And you'll find what you need." Thanks Miss, I guess. I'll keep that in mind. Still, something familiar about you. You have a name?" The woman smiled at the baffled man. He felt comfort at last."Monica." The woman walked off into the forest. Peter looked away from her, trying to shove her out of his mind. The road she had suggested was definitely the rockier path, he could see a ton of potholes down it. The other road was clean and serene. But the more.