She felt very relieved talking to me, as I was talking to her like a friend, asking her what she had studied and stuff. So I got to know a couple of t...ings about her. First was her age and then the fact that she was married.I was actually quite shocked, I didn’t expect such a young girl to have married already. But then she had attributed it to her family problems and that she was forced to marry. I was kind of disappointed for some reason, but I didn’t give it much thought.Later on, I got to. I really don't want to fight anymore and after the sex last night, I remembered how you and I matched up in that department. It's been a long time since we have had a sex life and I want it back." She took another sip of coffee, "So what do we do now?" she asked.I placed a bottle of rinse treatment for her hair on the table in front of her, "First you go upstairs and rinse that crap out of your hair and get your self back to the beautiful looking woman I have loved for so many years. Then we go. We could hear them over us moaning and groaning. Our hips started to rock together and them it happened. We orgasmed together. We both let out a tiny moans of our own. We squirmed and this new feeling took me over and I pressed my tits up against hers. Everything felt good and exciting. We just kept slow rubbing and savored the thrill we just had….We later both planed a sleepover. Our thoughts were to have all night to play with our pussy’s and this was making us fantasize all kind of new. Yes, it would be embarrassing, but surely they would have tools and what not and be able to surgically remove it without damaging my... parts? The thought was too scary to accept for now; there had to be an easier solution.Someone must have put this on me. But who would do it and why?My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fuck, I was supposed to go to the gym and have lunch with her today."Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously."Hey,".