I asked her if she ever cheated on me. She looked at me in silence for about 20 seconds and asked me if she must answer correct or political correct. ...ow that was a sledgehammer between the eyes for me. I looked at her in amazement, I could not believe that this women (who I would die for)had cheated on me. But at the same time I was so fucking horny that I started to wank myself and told her to give me the details of her sexual encounters. She spilled the beans and told me of every single time. Mami still had her eyes closed. I smelled my fingers and it smelled like roses. Since she didn’t move I decided to finger her. Again I took my fingers to her pussy and inserted in her pussy. I heard a moan from her and I took out my hands out hurriedly. To my surprise she held my hand. I got goose bumps; she opened her eyes and sat up. Without saying a word she reinserted my finger to its place. I got a green signal. I started finger fucking her. Soon I was got on side of her; I kissed her on. In fact, everywhere I went in town, I got the same responses: I had left for the Army tall and raw-boned, and now I was tall and filled out, but still with a chest bigger than my waist and arms that didn’t embarrass me. Hmmm. Maybe, just maybe, Emily would be similarly impressed. I found myself imagining that yeah, Em was married, with 2½ kids, but her husband, an obviously wealthy lawyer, was still short and scrawny or short and fat or short and bald, and could never, ever compare to me! I’d. She finished her breakfast and went upstairs to try it on it was black and skimpy the top was bad enough (they only just covered her nipples) but the bottoms were so small when she put it all on her pussy was only just covered its a good job she shaved it all off down there she thought she wrapped her bottom half in a white see through sarong and walked down stairs and into the back garden.She noticed the guy next door look the minute she walked out she arched her back slightly to emphasize.