With young men all over the country being killed needlessly in wars, traffic accidents, and all sorts of things, it suddenly seemed all too logical th...t Terry might have been long dead when she betrayed their private love.But after hours of self-recrimination and repeated arguments with herself that tore her apart over and over again, she had to do something to retain her sanity.She took the easiest way she knew.She forced herself to believe that she had done the best she could under the. In the evening Esme phoned, and we chatted for a while, but both of us were expecting phone calls from wife and parents, so I agreed to pick her up near her home the next morning. While I could smuggle her into my home without being overseen, she could not easily entertain a man with a car parked at her house for fear the neighbours would report back to her parents.The next morning I picked her up as agreed, and she looked wonderful. She had on a blouse that buttoned right down the front, but. Matt was smiling broadly as we finished our conversation. I felt certain that he would try and present himself to be the first for Beth. To be truthful I would have been fine with that and I think Beth would have made him a very happy man. He asked us if we had talked about taking the fantasies to the next level or were we happy to enjoy them as mere fantasies. We remarked how we were talking of that very subject this morning. Beth was the first to speak and say that we thought we were ready to. ‘I love your hands,’ I looked up. I hadn’t heard you come back. You had said it with a breathless quality to your voice. It made you sound awe-struck. You were standing a few feet away holding the teacup in the dim light of the portrait lights around the walls of the room. The chandelier lights were turned down so low they were barely a twinkle. I could see the shape of your breasts through the print of your shift. Your nipples were unmistakably erect. You were holding the tea cup in both hands.