But you admitted an affair with a married woman.”“I did, and she’s the exception that proves my rule. In that very specific instance, I had a cl...ar understanding of the situation and the agreement between Elena and her husband. I did have to make a judgment about the truthfulness of the situation, but it was my opinion that I was actually speaking to her husband on the phone, not someone she put up to the task of deceiving me. If she was going that far, why bother telling me she was. We didn't play catch in the mornings before work, unless we were having a rare non-Sunday get together after work at the field.Dad got back from his trip on August 3rd, it was almost a month later than he had expected, and he looked tired but happy."It was all skull sweat for a change, son," he told me, "no hiking through the boonies."I could understand how skull sweat might wear you out. I'd spent a few nights since my return thinking myself to exhaustion. During the time that Dad was gone,. Don’t I, pumpkin,” she said playfully as she tussled my hair a little.“You’re pretty smart,” I told her. “Now put your cock away” I laughed as I noticed a little cum that had dripped from the tip and created a little bridge from my tummy to its head. “Let me clean that up so you leave a wet spot in your boxers.” I leaned over and sucked that little bit of bitter sweet juice from the head and made a funny face as I swallowed it down. “I kind of like that now.”“Good, I really like when you do. Fancy a pint at the pub? I need to toast your graduating with honors."He grabbed his workout bag and followed her out to the street. She started to walk off in the direction of the pub but he handed her a helmet from a sleek looking black bike and told her,"Not much, but we have transport."Martha climbed on the bike behind him, wrapping her long slender legs around his narrow hips. She almost had an instantaneous orgasm feeling his hot young flesh between her legs. She hoped he didn't realize.