I had shown him several Polaroid pictures of my wife naked and bound an had talked in some detail about what I had done to her! Enough that I felt com...ortable in telling him that his wife had hit on me!Now you have to remember that back in those days we were both young and horny as hell ! I was taking my girl out parking pretty much on a regular basis naked bound and blindfolded into the woods, plus I was a kinky and devious guy always experimenting and looking for interesting sexual. It wasn’t dealing with a headless corpse, or the murder of a homeless man, it was worrying about a baby that wasn’t even mine. Damn these fucking hormones, I thought as I climbed the stairs. The mood I was in probably had nothing to do with my daily cocktail of feminine hormones. It was easier to blame everything on them.I entered my cold empty apartment, then just collapsed onto the sofa. I couldn’t stand the mood I was in. I fought my way off the sofa after five minutes of tears. I did it. I shan’t bore people with details of what we spoke. What I remember is that I was massively drunk, and somehow convinvced her to meet me. It was late in the night when I returned at 4 in the morning from a party where I had been drinking since 7 in the evening the previous day. She had been chatting with me throughout the night and was somehow awake. We decided to meet up immediately, at 5:30a.m.We began walking towards each other’s houses and we met midway. The moment we met, we hugged each. Yutaka happily giggled again, her soft lips pressing against the navel of Minami, transmitting the vibrations of her laughter into her sensitive stomach. Minami began laughing again, not the uncontrolled laughter of being tickled, but a warm bubbly laughter of being happy. Yutaka answered with her own giggles, the contagious cycle almost beginning anew.They both breathed deeply, struggling to calm themselves. Yutaka smiled to herself as she rose and fell with every breath of her friend. Yutaka.