I watched the lubrication dribble slowly down the crack of her ass, mystified, she seemed dissatisfied though and gracefully climbed off the dresser w...lking over to me, she extended her hand to my own sopping cunt, making me believe for a blissful second that she was about to relive the need inside me, instead however she simply wiped the tips of her fingers over me once collecting up the moisture there before returning to her previous position. She held the hand still wet with my juices up to. After lunch, good sex and a long, hot shower, Joan and I took a nap. When we awoke it was time to talk about revenge.“Your Aunt spent considerable time meeting with a therapist during the last five years.” Joan seemed to know an awful lot about Deirdre’s private affairs. Before I could interrupt and ask why, she answered the question. “According to notes our agents were able to read, Deirdre was suffering from severe depression that was diagnosed as caused, or aided by a bipolar condition. Her. "I'm sounding like Dad," he thought. "Anyway, she certainly can be fun and she's very, very pretty. I must see if she'll come out with me rather than just commute."As usual he walked to the rugby ground the next day. The beer intake after the match totally precluded driving. He thoroughly enjoyed the game. It was hard fought but that was always more fun than a walkover or a thrashing. He played well too and received a number of pats on the back as well as being told he had played a blinder.He. Lying in there with another woman's mouth on his penis, letting her kiss him there, obviously enjoying it the way his face is twisted like some beast in heat, letting her do that to him while the woman he supposedly loves, his wife--ME--is in the same house... oh, God, it couldn't be true, it couldn't be happening... but it was! This sick, foul, perverted, disgusting thing is happening, right before my eyes... I'm watching my whole world collapse right in front of me, everything I believed in,.