We can talk through this; we will act like this never happened. We can promise each other that it will never happen again. I’m sorry it was so bad f...r you.”A tear was rolling down my cheek. “No, you don’t understand. God, I’m so embarrassed. I liked it. I felt so slutty having your husband fuck me and I had an orgasm. I came harder than I have with Matt in a long time. When I looked over and saw Matt fucking you, I was jealous and turned on at the same time. I know I’m going to want to do it. They were clearly in the middle of having sex, right there in her room. The girl looked a year or two older than Sandra, she had dirty blond hair that bounced around wildly, her teen age breasts, of no small size also bounced a lot. The boy looked slightly older than her, he was athletic and had short hair, his hands were on the girl’s hips. Neither of them seemed to notice the door opening."Oh, er, sorry..." Sandra muttered. She hesitated at the door, and then decided that it was her room, so. Wham-bam-thank-you-mam, that's it. No spark! No feeling! No nothing, except laying there in a wet spot trying to go to sleep.Is this it, I thought? Had we become our parents? "Quiet, George the kids may hear. Not tonight, I have a headache."At twenty-two did I have forty or fifty more years of this? As the days and weeks rolled by this became our norm. Then thoughts creped into my head, maybe we had been to young and this was a mistake on our part. I loved Mike, but now I entertained thoughts. ‘You’re hurt.’ ‘Just a graze, I’m out of practice at blocking punches.’ The Reid fellow groaned and Fenton him to his feet just as three policemen, two with batons drawn, burst into the room. The woman sergeant calmed everyone down and asked for the facts. The elderly woman, who identified herself as the practice manager, pointed at Fenton and said, ‘I want this man arrested for disturbing the peace. Complaints of assault, damage to property and possibly of being a danger to the public are.