At the Olive Garden in Kennewick. No occasion, just that our parents had become friends and we went to dinner together, just that one time. I’d worn...a short skirt, appropriate for a high school girl at the time. But what no one knew but me, and Alan discovered at dinner, was that I wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt.Alan smiled at me like he was remembering that dinner as well. But this time, after torturing me, his hand retreated completely, up to the table.At that other dinner, he was. My thoughts couldnt stay away from the way Id taken and defiled my marriage bed with her supple young body. I felt my boner, already hard from my dreams, just throb thinking about it again and it filled me once more with shame. I hadnt realized Rachel was already awake, but she laughed and reached a hand over to my groin and squeezed my morning wood. Looks like someone is up? Then she smiled up at me and I could literally feel her love for me. Im sorry Ive not paid much attention to you these. Time passed. A few minutes, an hour. She didn’t know and didn’t care, for once in her life. A knock came at the door. Hastily, she wrapped herself in a robe hanging in the closet, and went to answer. A woman from the leasing office for the cottage was there, with a package in her hand. “Someone dropped this off for you, miss. He said to get it to you as soon as possible.” “Oh! Did you happen to catch a name, perhaps? Or what he looked like?” “No, miss, he did not come in himself, but rather. ”Barry, absolutely erect under his clothes by now, wondered if Monica would be able to get his clothes over his heavy, thick, bulging erection. What was it Helen claimed she could grow it to? Twenty two centimeters, or as she preferred nearly nine inches - and so thick. Some things were just not meant to be measured in metric, Helen used to like reminding him. Just a few weeks ago, by judicious and slow teasing with her tongue and mouth, for what had seemed half the night, Helen had proudly.