I don’t think I could sleep at night.”That’s when I wondered if Greg was possibly suffering from PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder).I’d nev...r even considered that possibility, since he didn’t actually take part in the violent parts of our actions. But, it could be a case of ‘guilt by association’. He was supporting us, therefore, he may feel culpable in the deeds that Bob and I performed. I needed to let him vent his feelings or this was only going to get worse.I put my hand on his and the. I... I guess not." I stammered."Is there a particular girl that you'd like to get to know better? Maybe I can help." Re... really?"She moved over to the seat next to me. "Of course. But you have to promise me something." Sure! What is it?" You can't tell anybody," she stared into my eyes, putting a hand on my thigh."A... about what Ms. Hayes" About what I'm about to do." Her hand slid upward, cupping my cock with her palm. "And here at the house, call me Marian." She gave me a squeeze."Yes,. I won't be satisfied otherwise.Your Victorian librarian is a bit of a wanton hussy." When I finished,I could feel the redness of my cheeks and a tear in each eye. I couldhardly believe that I had poured out all my fantasies to this lovelywoman. My insides trembled at the thought that she would actually dothose things with me and for me.With a sweet smile, June said, "Of course, my love. We can do all thosethings. I know there's a gorgeous tush hiding under those sexy blackpanties. I want to. The way those two are, it’ll be all day before they get back.”“THANK YOU!” I thought quietly to myself as she continued,“I um… I uh..” she stammered, “Oh fuck it. It’s way too hot for this shit. I didn’t know you were coming over and I was planning to sit around in my panties. Is this okay?”I didn’t know what to say. My mind went blank with the thought of what she must look like behind that towel.“Uh, yeah. No,.