He was a man of many burdens. I felt that if we were alone, he would hug me tightly and cry on my shoulder and reveal all his dark secrets. I, in retu...n, would hold him tight, rock him gently and tell him everything would be alright; that he was a strong minded man with a lot of responsibility. I would wipe away his tears and smile reassuringly. He would make love to me then, spooning, the way I liked it most.The colonel eventually rose and walked over to Claus who, with tears welled in the. We were both happily married to two great guys. We had money, nice houses, new cars and were “good girl” suburban house wives with five k**s between us. Who would guess that today we were madly in love with each other. Here we are two good Catholic girls and we were performing unspeakable sexual acts of lesbian love making together several times a week. A year after we had met I was taking a night class on some new computer equipment for work. Maureen was taking a German course at the same time. He had shared them with some men online and one thing led to another, but that's a different story. Upon communicating with the exposer he looked her up on various online platforms she was on, including Pornhub, Twitter, Kast and one profile that was very much not for porn. She had made a habit of using her own pictures as profile pictures and backgrounds on her accounts. Usually they were clipped in a way that didn't show her face but from time to time she would make one really risky, just for. Patric, again, did not flinch. "Answer me!" demanded Nancy. "Yes," croaked Patric. "He is going to fuck me with it," added Nancy. "He has once already. He was magnificent." With a mix of empathy and uncertainty, those words stung Jack and he paused to wonder just how humiliating it would feel for Patric. Jack reconciled it internally, Patric did fuck Brigitte so if Jack was going to play his part in Nancy's revenge, so be it. Jack liked the idea of the contemptible Patric watching him fuck.