It would be far too scandalous for Kristin to admit her marriage had failed on all levels.She sits across from me at dinner, wearing the black dress t...at I was in love with, fitted to her perfect curves, with her long blonde hair gently curled and falling over her shoulders.We leave after, hand in hand. As we get to the car I can’t help but grab her and pick her up, kissing her. She kisses back with the same amount of intensity, I can taste her wine as her tongue teases mine. I feel my cock. It did feel sneaky watching someone's intimate home movie.When the video came on, the scene had Mrs. Fields lying on the bed with her legs spread. It appeared to be a continuation of the other scene. The camera zoomed in until it was on her pussy. It was swollen and leaking sperm. Suddenly another man appeared. My eyes opened wide. It was Mr. Fields. I looked at Cindy to see that her eyes were just as wide as mine were. We watched as he crawled onto the bed and between her legs. A second later. She moved in sensual movements until getting to the inner part of my leg, always stopping just short of my dripping wet pussy. Kathlyn… I murmured, and it was like begging. Giggling, she rubbed her hand over my cloth covered mound. Slowly, so slowly…teasing me. Her soft little fingers danced up to the waistband of my leggings and soon her silky hands were caressing the skin just above my honeypot. I sighed, struggling to stay calm and appear normal. My inner muscles were convulsing already,. Soon, as the sun disappears, there is not a living soul wandering the familiar streets, aside from thieves and cut-throats that prowl the shadows and the darkened alleys. If one were to stop and listen, one would hear the random shouts of drunks from the open windows of nearby taverns; the smothered grunts of foolish men who wander too close to the concealing shadows and lose more than just their gold on this unfortunate night; the sound of shutters closing for the night as people get down to.