How did you feel Catherine?”“Look, we weren’t unfaithful, we didn’t make love. We were just two lonely people, spending some time with each ot...er and keeping each other company. No harm came of it, and no one need ever know.”“So didn’t you feel any guilt?”“No. My husband is having an affair anyway, so I did nothing he won’t have already done anyway. It actually turned me on, and I couldn’t wait to get home and fuck him!” I added, smiling mischievously as I said it.“God Catherine, you’re. Feel my weight on your chest Mel, what does that tell you about us? Isn’t this just where you belong now? Can you feel Tracy standing on your hands, feel her dirty soles. But you are even beneath that Mel, a homeless girl who can’t afford shoes is resting her filthy feet on your hands because she is better than you. It is your job to keep her feet from touching the dirty ground. Can you feel yourself under the homeless girl’s feet? Could you be any lower than you are right now? Now that you. He asked how my muscles got so tight and I told him about the backpack and how one of the young women on the trip had problems with her pack and how helping her made the hiking even harder for me. He asked if I at least had sex with her for my efforts but I told him about being too shy to even respond to her hints.Of course once the subject of sex arose the topic didn't go away. I soon found myself admitting that I really hadn't had much since my wife left (and not all that much for a couple of. I could see their eyes -- almost feel their eyes -- as they ran them over my body. When they talked to me, their eyes would keep drifting down to look at my boobies. And points south.After a while, I got more used to it, though, and grew proud of my figure, especially my tits. I started wearing tighter tops -- sweaters, halters, tubetops. I bought my first bikini just after I turned 14 and spent hours in my room looking at myself in the mirror.So when Eddie and I started kissing and fooling.