"Brian, we need your room this week," Betts announced to me. "There's too many of us to sleep in my room." You're just going to take over my room? No ...sking or anything? Why should I give you my room?" Because I need it. I'm getting married Saturday and my bridesmaids are staying with me this week. Just get the stuff out of it you need so we can spread out." I realized I was a good two inches taller than Betts now. I didn't exactly tower over her, but when I stood up, she had to look up at me.. This give us enough time to do wild sex.She enjoyed sex a lot and talked very openly. For me sex was integral part in our relation as we loved each other which helped us to make love without any guilt. tried to consol her and make her happy all time. But she was under stress all day and pretended to be happy whenever with me. But we were madly in love by that time. Time again passed fast. It was our second anniversary after we started our affair.During this time I was quiet happy she spent most. She had all sorts of toys, but she liked to use her fingers best. She knew just how to give herself pleasure – gently pulling on her nipple piercings, rubbing around and around on her clit and sometimes sticking a lubed finger up her butthole. She always laughed at Michael insisting on using his own keyboard when accessing information stored on her computer. He was such a tease. Hadn’t he stuck his tongue up her butthole plenty of times? Michael had been working hard on a big case involving. She had asked me to meet her for dinner at a little restaurant off campus, a nice little Italian restaurant. She had seemed excited, perhaps nervous throughout the meal, fidgeting with her wine glass, drinking more than she normally would. It was over desert that she finally broke the news to me, finally spilled her secret. Married!? I hadn't even known she was dating anyone! How could she be getting married? If she was married, had a husband, then... then she'd never be mine!! I fumed silently.