I kissed on her neck and suddenly found something erotic. The fragrance which was coming from her underarms was amazing. She was sweating. I pinned he... down and put my mouth to her under arms and kissed and licked her sweat. It was salty and the aroma was unexplainable. She also caught my waist and put her legs around so that our vagina rubbed each other. We rubbed and rubbed out whole body. My body turned red and Meenu started shaking. After a while Meenu came on me and kissed on navels and. Betty looked at me, surprised. "Were you practicing?" she asked, taking my eager grin as affirmative. Then she looked at the new clothes on the dresser. "You've been busy today," she observed.I couldn't help grinning. "I went to the mall today. I picked up a few outfits," I said proudly, smiling.Betty was surprised. "You went out?" This was the first time, since the dance with Traci, that I'd been out of the house.I shrugged. "I've got to get on with life," I explained. "I can't hide in. I twirled around while tenderly caressing my body. I had practiced this. A lot. In the shower. In front of the dressing mirror. In the office bathroom. On every chance I had gotten for the past two weeks, I had practiced this, imagining this moment and picturing myself becoming this sex toy, on display for the pleasure of my wife.The touch of smooth satin and the cool air had made my tiny nipples become hard and poked up through the thin fabric. I gave them a quick pinch. I gyrated to the sweet. Well, their muzzles. Whatever. You know."The colonel shook his head in disagreement. "Amanda, your sensitivity is laudable, but I think it is misplaced. The point is to learn from one's mistakes, is that not correct?" Well ... yes." One cannot learn from one's mistakes if one is allowed to brush them under the carpet, to simply forget them as though they never happened. I do not suggest assigning fault or blame, but if we are asked to explain or excuse what happened yesterday, is it not.