“Oh just a couple of peeping Toms,” the man replied, “and by the look of it they were about to enjoy just what we’ve been enjoying.” “Well...invite them to the party,” the woman called back. The man looked down at us, his eyes falling on the wet patch on my wife’s panties and my stiff cock. He looked at me and smiled. “You don’t want to waste that do you,” he said pointing to my cock, “and it looks like your lady is ready for a good fuck, judging by the state of her.” I looked at my wife, not. Beth Pater is going to be your class valedictorian. I wondered if we maybe could be friends.”“My friends tend to be intelligent, self-confident girls with strong personalities. Your school persona doesn’t fit that. It’s the opposite. It’s like this girl from Indian Hill I dated who had the school persona of a total bitch but turned out to be one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.”She sighed and nodded. “I got in the habit of acting like a ditz in Junior High. I also started dressing more. . had been hard, yet it had also given some small amount of closure. He finally felt it wouldn't betray her memory to move on and face the world again.He'd lost her once before when the engagement came to an end. He had pushed through that, with his walls perfectly in place around him and turned to work for solace. This was vastly different though. He'd go back to work tomorrow, sure, but he'd likely have a harder time keeping the walls so intact this time.After Keen had dropped him off at his. I kept a small jar of Crisco in my bedroom, along with some old towels, just for that. My mother was no dummy; she knew, almost from the beginning, that we were having sex. The evidence was spotted in my underpants and on the bed sheets, she’d found the old towels spotted with caked on cum and washed them. Then, replaced them, just where they were, in my room. I wasn’t being hurt so she said nothing about it to anyone. She told me (later) that she found it funny that I would ask her if I could.