Yesterday I did something I feel very guilty about. I made a pass at my best friend's girlfriend. I couldn't help it-- I was weak, and he was out buyi...g lunch for them both. She sat in front of the television in a gorgeous tee shirt and sweatpants combination, watching some Discovery channel bullshit, and I just couldn't stop looking at her. She noticed, eventually, and smiled at me and wondered what was wrong. I replied that I just liked looking at art and other objects of beauty. She blushed. “I shudder to think.” She laughed. “I’m going to love knowing that all I have to do is this…” she held her hand in the air and wiggled her ass-probing finger around “…and your tight little asshole will pucker as your face turns bright red. Won’t that be fun in a meeting or something?” “Jesus, Marce!” I knew I was repeating myself, but it was what popped out. “Have I mentioned that you’re fired? No? Well, you’re fired – effective immediately. You and your finger both, although I think I may miss. .I had planned a romantic dinner for tomorrow ...but I like your special surprise even better " he kissed her once again, slowly backing her up to the bed. All the while he was unhooking her nightie in the back, pulling down and exposing her lush breasts. Savanna blushed but eagerly returned his kiss; her pussy was dripping cream, her thin panties were soaked, her thighs slick with it. She fell back onto the bed, her lips swollen from her husband’s kisses. She lifted her hips up for him to. It is never easy saying goodbye. The closer I got, the more I trembled with what was about to become. It was early evening when I made it to the cemetery. I drove down the gravel roadway, until I pulled up to the section I had become all to familiar with. Pulling slightly off the roadway, I killed the engine. Setting motionless inside the car, my mind and body were unwilling to exit. I was reluctant to do what I had come to do. What I must do. My mind wandered back as I sat alone. To a more.