" You said you was gonna wait here and I can't go to sleep. Only option is TV. So do you wanna watch Breaking Bad? "I laughed a little. " Sure, " I sa...d heading over to the couch to join her.She was dressed in her sleep attire. Purple pajama pants with a thin white t-shirt and black house slippers. I could actually see a trace of her dark nipples through the shirt. Her black hair was messy and long, down to her shoulders. She was probably 45, but she wore it well. Now that I thought about it. Johnny was a passing fancy; a spoiled rich kid that both intrigued and tested her. It was a situation that allowed her to maintain control of a relationship, just as she had in high school with several boyfriends.Randall was different again. She felt safe and pampered in his care. He wanted her to experience his world and she was happy to accompany him. All three men had been lovers of a different kind. Mike the considerate, gentle, thoughtful man. Johnny, at first cock-sure of himself before. She stared at it for a little bit, then got up and put her bowl in the sink. She took it to her room and put it into her VCR. I walked in and saw the part where I touched her erect nipple. She gasped and looked at me. I felt really guilty. She fast forwarded and saw herself masturbating. I walked over and sat next to her. When she heard herself moan my name, she felt really embarrassed. My dick went hard again while I watched it. Then, when she saw me come in and take the camera, she looked. I treated you horribly." Oh it's OK." No it's not. I was awful and fought really dirty, kneeing you in the guts to wind you and pulling hair. You're a man and could beat me easily in a fair fight so I had to be dirty. And as for smacking you, that was terrible of me and I would like to put things right between us." What do you mean?" I mean I want to be friends again with you so I want you to put the wrongs right and do to me what I did to you." What? Smack you too, you mean?" Yes that's.