‘I thought he whispered what I whispered. Lol,’ he wrote. I kept going with the story. ‘I mumbled something about low blood sugar and got out of...there quick.’ ‘So he was a high school crush then?’ he asked. ‘You would have to be prepared if you did that in RL.’ I went on to answer his question. ‘Kind of, yes. He never knew.’ ‘Oh, I see,’ he said, ‘If only he knew.’ ‘It’s very embarrassing to have an instant on switch,’ I explained, ‘Can’t go telling just anyone.’ ‘And is your switch on now?’ he. . you little SLUT!... Goooood... ughg... ughhg!My face was mashed against the mirror in back of the sink, his hand on the back of my neck forcing me flat across the sink as he fucked into me with fast brutal strokes. My toes barely touched the floor and each time he fucked deep against me, my hips ground against the edge of the counter and my toes left the floor.His hands ran up and down my sides and fastened around my hanging titties, squeezing them over and over through my thin blouse, like. "In the end I had to cut up rough with them. We had separate bedrooms. Last night their MD took us out for a meal. We were deadbeat and stayed over, in any case there were no trains that late."Incidentally," and here she was warming up again, "I tried to phone you repeatedly but your phone was off. Why? Who were you seeing?" No one!" he was indignant, "Are you trying to–" Accuse you? Weren't you accusing me, or Allan? Come on; leave Allan to rest. He's had a hard time."She dragged him towards. Ya! You have discovered your husband, right?" He spoke directly to her, but smiled in Fred's direction.Marily blushed, ashamed that she had caused such a scene, and nodded her head. Fred surprised her by laughing, then said, "I almost screamed myself, Hans. I might have if she had not. We were both shocked." That is good," he told them solemnly. "You make me think of myself and my wife. You are just like us, I think."Now Fred blushed, thinking of his fucking of Anna, how delightful had been his.