”“Yes, yes, I’ll do it. What?”To my mind she agreed too quickly.“If I’d gone down there and not got them to go away peacefully, accepting ...y explanation, would I still have been off the project?”She hesitated before she started to answer, presumably trying to think of some way to ‘spin’ her answer.“Of course not,” she said, “it was just a heat of the moment statement I never meant it.”I noted that she didn’t once look at me while she said this. I paused, a long pause.“Please David, you can’t. I trudged across the fifty feet of gravel, dreading what I might hear. As I got closer I realized my aunt's mascara had left dark runnels on her cheeks and I began to cry. I hurled myself the last few feet against the aunt I hardly knew, weeping my fears uncontrollably.Through the storm of emotion, I heard her whisper, "There, there, honey. They're not dead, honey. At least, they're not dead."Relieved and astonished, I pushed myself back to look up at her. "Th-they're not?" No, honey. We can't. She whispered in his ear as she stood on her toes to lick and nibble his neck and ears. He continued to knee her ass and pull her tight against him as he continued kissing her lips and fondling her breasts. Sonja's tits squashed against Fernando's chest and his erection rubbed up against her stomach. With one hand Sonja reached down between Fernando's legs; she cupped his heavy balls in her hand and gently massaged them as their tongues continued to probe each other's mouth. She stood directly. “There. Now you rest a bit, big thinker. Just lie back and ruminate on the great tuna fish conundrum while I make us a couple sandwiches.”After they ate their sandwiches and chips, they fucked again. Then it was getting late, and Katy suggested that Dillon leave so that no rumors got started, no matter how true they might be. He agreed that it was a good idea.*Their affair lasted most of the summer. They had to be discreet, of course, so once or twice a week Dillon would sneak over late at.