My eyes were stuck to the small fold near her hip. I wanted to grab it squeeze it. I also like her figure. I guessed her vital stats would be 34-27-36...and she was about 5’4” tall. She had just the right amount of fat on her body. I never liked lean girls or girls with excessive fat deposits and Keerthi was just damn perfect. The fat was also at the right places. I still couldn’t checkout her tummy but gauge the amount of fat near it looking at her side fat. I slept thinking about her and. In between the fifth and sixth story I began to have a relationship with the character in my story I call "Russell". It was he that I had an indiscretion with during my time with William. Most would not have called it cheating, but I always felt awful that I never told William.As things got more and more serious with "Russell", I failed to tell him about the stories I was writing and the "triple life" I was leading, 1) the grieving widow, 2) the tell-all erotic story author 3) the new paramour. " John, remember, not June. We still have a few days." Okay, I don't mind. John sounds good too, just for a few days. Youare ugly as John though, you know?" Not my problem, I'm married." He laughed, as he felt his masculinityreturn."Now you change me?" Shelley asked."I don't have to. You see your rings?" John watched Shelley checkingout her ring finger, and finding the engagement and wedding ringsstill there. "I figured as long as I made sure they were there,reality would keep you and me. " They skinnied out of their dresses and panties. The mounds on their chests jiggled. Their lithe bodies dove onto the bed as soon as they were naked. Their fingers slipped back to their quims, their rubbing more vigorous.Gwen leaned across and sucked Marcie's nipple gently. The bud grew as it was grasped by the wet, hot lips. Marcie moaned as jolts of sexual electricity shot down her body. Her idle hand grasped Gwen's breast and massaged it. Her fingers pressed the nipple, causing Gwen to.