"I took the camera, turned it on and pressed the review button. I was shocked to see pictures of us on our trip to Camelot. There must have been over ...wo-hundred pictures in that camera. I showed the camera to Grace and asked, "Does this look like a dream?"I then lifted my shirt and pointed to the scar. "Does this?"We all had to sit on the bed to try to come up with a rational explanation of what happened. There was no way to explain it to sound reasonable.I thought about it for a while and. She was blushing and giggling. I was telling her I so wished she wasn't my C, and I suggested we should start kissing again. As she giggled she was saying "you are so bad, and NO way". I asked her if she though I was a good looking guy. Her response was "Hell yes, you could get any girl you want". So I asked again why don't we have some fun. She was like, "what is wrong with you". Keep in mind at this time we a laughing and I'm tickling her on the floor. I was reassuring her I would never tell. " She practically flew up the stairs to the bedroom and tore her clothes off, more desperate than ever to feel my hard cock in her cunt. She had dreamed all day of being fucked by me; she couldn't wait. I had intended to finish the job in the SUV but, having seen how little room we had in the back, I wanted more time and space to relish every inch of her sexy body. I didn't take my time climbing the stairs either but, by the time I opened the bedroom door, she is sprawled across the bed waiting. I quickly downed the wine and stepped into the shower. The hot water relaxed my sore muscles and I felt a tingle throughout my body that I attributed to the wine.After drying I threw on my terry robe and pulled up a chair across from my husband and dug into my Moo Goo Guy Pan and downed another glass of wine. I was famished and I just wanted to eat my meal and take my Kindle to bed and read until I fell asleep.Then I began to actually listen to what my spouse was telling me.“You remember me.