So she tempered her story to a mistake about the meaning of the pictures, and her break up with Liam because John was her real love and he had been in...ocent all along.In fact to put it that way to everyone had been a bigger mistake than her first one. Liam had been sacked, and he had lost Carol, and to her mind that was enough. She even mitigated the story for her brothers, simply telling them that Liam knew things had not been as the ‘PI’ had presented them.They had looked guilty and. ”I loosened the grip I had on her ass and let her down so she could stand up. She kissed me again, turned around, bent over and put her hands on the couch. Her sweet, wet pussy was totally exposed to me. I knelt down behind her, spread her ass apart and started to lick from her clit, up to her ass hole. “Brian, I didn't tell you to lick me, I told you to fuck me. Now fuck me like you mean it!” I stood up, positioned my cock at her dripping slit and pushed into her. I didn't stop until my cock. Since I had kitchen duty,she got into the family room first and picked up the remote.Then TV watching became 100% less entertaining to me. We watchedlots of shows that are,I guess, made for women. Mostly boring. Atfirst I was too polite to object. Then it began when we relaxed "Some coffee would be nice," sheasked after I sat down. Then she would ask: "Bring my slippersplease." Then she would ask: "Please put them on for me." Thiswas a little erotic but then: "Don't leave my shoes there,. .do you?” “Yes I do, fairly often too.” “But...but aren’t you married?” “Yes, but my husband’s job takes him away for long periods of time, so when the feeling for sex gets me I would usually please myself.” “Wow, I wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t told me so yourself,” I said looking at her with wide, amazed eyes.I could see that her nipples had become quite prominent through the thin blouse, and her neck and cleavage reddened. “Let me get you something to drink...a beer.