I ventured out for meals in the small coffee shops and restaurants nearby. Putting in 10 hour sessions on my writing project, I got very horny.Some ev...nings I trawled the bars and night clubs taking home bar girls for all night fuck sessions. Sometimes I took two girls back the hotel so together they could last the distance.Mike would smile modestly seeing the bar girls, coming and going. Jenny did not miss them either, and would blushingly acknowledge the sexiness of my choicesUnbeknown to me. Sir Reginald's prized steed was a dark brown stallion named Bucephalus. Tristan brought over a light saddle, put it on the beast, lead him out of the stable and climbed on. Bucephalus was a calm horse, unlike his namesake, and accepted Tristan without issue. With his feet in the stirrups and his hands on the reins, Tristan took off. This was theft, and Tristan knew that once Reginald discovered his crime he would gather a search party to reclaim his wayward squire and prized horse, but Tristan. Her body odor was so sexy that I kept on sniffing her. It was acting like a sex perfume. I slowly pushed my hand up to hold her boobs… She quickly held my hand and said, I will let you play if I agree to her conditions. I said, I am ok for any conditions. She was like are u sure.. I said pakka sure… I asked her what.. She said will tell u later but u shouldn’t say no.. I said ok and pushed my hand inside….. she still held it and said… then wait. I will remove my bra for u… I was very excited to. But it had been an agonising, soul-searching week away.I felt bipolar, my mood swinging from pure unadulterated pleasure at the sexual side of Cassie's and my relationship, to deep depression and even shame for succumbing to her and betraying her mother, Mary, a wonderful woman I'd known for fifteen years.Work had helped take my mind off the problem, but it hung like low, heavy clouds over my head. The only solution I could come up with was to stop. Somehow I had to stop our sexual relationship.