How could a man do this? Did he even know that he was killing her, slowly, a little every time? Of course he didn’t know. He only knew his own feeli...gs. She turned away from his scent and rolled herself to her own side of the bed. Curling into herself for comfort she allowed her emotions to play havoc fully in her mind. She didn’t like being this way. She wanted to be herself again. She wanted to be strong and willful, bold and powerful, she wanted to remember what it was to shine and have. I betrayed my husband. And in the end I was unable to stop my betrayal. He found out, of course. He killed my lover. He almost killed me.Then he killed himself.No. I killed him.I know. I have no right to live on. But I do.I could annoy you with repentance and remorse, but I won't. Not because I don't honestly feel it. I do feel remorse, about ten tons of it and they all weigh on my heart.But there is no point, is there?My love is dead. George is gone. So is every dream I ever had. I carelessly. As Stacy licks the head and runs her tongue the length of my shaft, I can’t believe how good it feels and try to control myself. Stacy slowly slides her mouth down the whole length of my cock until her nose and chin are resting against my balls and bush. As she slowly works my cock in and out of her mouth, I start losing the ability to control myself. The sight of my 25 year old stunningly beautiful cousin swallowing my cock sends me over the top. I warn her that I'm going to cum, but she. Nobody was going to leave until she did.Before their table was announced, a tall well dressed gentleman approached them. He smiled at Joe. Guinevere realized her husband knew him. Joe extended his hand to greet him. Joe turned and introduced the man to Guinevere."David, I would like to have you meet my wife, Guinevere. Guinevere, this is David." Guinevere swiveled her seat and extended her hand. She was not about to dismount the barstool in another embarrassing display of herself.Guinevere.