I guess I’m just used to the guys around the way, I like a man who can take control he just seemed so passive. "What was his name anyway?" I thought...to myself as I eased deeper down into my tub of bubbles. I smiled to myself as I remembered, "Caleb." I let my hands slide slowly down my body. Coming together at the lips of my pussy and began to gently massage myself to orgasm. when I finally got out the tub it was late and I felt the cold night air against my wet skin, I don’t remember leaving. I was a pathetic, disgusting man ... sniffing and licking the panties of an 18 year old girl. "Seen enough, Mr. Pantysniffin-licker?" she said with a giggle. She knew full well she had me. "Ok, Erin ... the truth is that you are a pretty girl. What man doesn't enjoy looking at a pretty girl? Given the opportunity, what man wouldn't pick up your panties if he thought he could get away with it?" "Ewwww and Ewwwwwwwww! You are old enough ... fuck ... you're old enough to be my grandfather for. Eventually Sally remarried and has been living with the same man ever since. As you know, Sarah married Terry Machin but he was much like her father so she moved out and divorced him. There were all sorts of rumours at the time but that is the bare bones of the story." I didn't really need any more, Jean had told me enough for me to know why my mother hated Sarah so that I wouldn't have to reveal that I knew from my ring.I saw Sarah only briefly in the shop and when she stopped by Jean's on the. ” In all honesty, I couldn’t imagine all that free time to think about Nathan. His name was Nathan, and he was real. He was waking up now, getting ready for work somewhere. Where did he live? Who was he? Oh god, this was real. Did this make it cheating? IV Work became the dream. I went through all the motions, but I wasn’t really there. I was at the library, at the club, at the vineyard in Italy. How could this be? Somehow I made it through the day, and that night I told my husband I wasn’t.