She told me the same.I asked if we could talk, and she agreed. I told her that I had watched what happened. She gasped and asked about the track meet....I told her it got canceled. She looked very embarassed. She said she was sorry. She told me just wanted to have fun for once (my dad died and she never had the courage to date). She made her point clear. "Jeremy Wethers, if you tell anyone about this you will deeply regret it!" I said what the hell she was going to do. "You don't talk to me or. My firm might find out! My fucking bitch wife might find out!!!I look down at the man's feet and I take the hem of my skirt in both hands and slowly raise it up my thighs. Robert's eyes follow the hem and open wide as my firm thighs encased in the sheer pantyhose, and then the darker welts of my stocking tops, slowly come into view. He gasps as the first glimpse of my white satin panties becomes exposed and he reaches out and strokes his hand up and down by thighs; his smooth hand slithering. "I rejected this. "Pete, believe this then. You know I went to university and joined a fraternity. I went to the Homecoming Day a year after Fran left. I went because I found out my frat brother lived in the same city as she. I met him at the frat house and asked if he knew Fran. He said he worked with her brother. During the next five years he played cupid between the two of us. I would ask how Fran was doing and often Tom would send me pictures of the brother and always a picture of Fran. She gently rubbed the red marks on my thighs, then bent down and softly kissed them until the stinging went away. She pulled a large dildo from the pile on the bed and thrust it into my vagina. I was amazed at how far she pushed it in me. She used it to fuck me hard for several minutes and it seemed as if she pushed it in deeper each time, She slowed the pace and began removing the clothespins. Once again, she picked up the pace with the dildo, then started rubbing my clit with her finger..