’ ‘What about me?’ ‘She says you are a classic case of suppressed memories. The trauma of your teenage abuse is alive in your subconscious, dr...ving weird behavior. She told me this because she decided she would never penetrate your wall of defenses, but I might.’ ‘So, other than fucking the shit out of me, as you say, what other changes do you have in mind?’ They were pulling into the underground garage. He looked over and said, ‘You have five days to decide how to get fucked by your son.. Her smile would melt steel and her body was enough to give an oak tree an erection.She kind of dragged me off behind the gym where there was an alcove and some scrubby bushes, hugged me and rubbed her luscious body on me as she worked on my belt and said, "I'm your reward, Billy. Three scores gets you three girls, understand. Juney tomorrow and little Julia on Sunday. You be nice to her, real nice. She might be cherry." By then she had my pants open and falling to my ankles and her hand on my. Her hips were rolling already – another sure sign that she was extremely turned on. I began to fuck her in long steady strokes and she moaned every time I reached full depth. I could feel her squeeze my shaft. I could smell the heady aroma of her arousal."I love you," I whispered into her ear. It was true. I may have been having an affair with Linda, but I still was very much in love with my wife. This evening was proof of it.Unfortunately, the level of arousal I had reached by then, what with. I just had to make sure that I avoided all possible ways of ingesting the drug again. I wouldn't take the matter any further, I knew I could get Ian dismissed for what he'd done, but of course that would mean exposing my own sordid part of the story. Although I saw myself as very much the innocent party, if this was to get out, I'd be a laughing stock, and I'd be forced to leave my job. I decided that I'd talk to Ian first thing tomorrow and make sure that he never even thinks of doing it.