“So what do you think?” He asked standing up to greet me.Now in high heels I stand close to five and a half feet tall, and he towered over me like...a mountain of granite dressed in a suit of forest green. This man could have bent me in two without breaking a sweat, but his gentle demeanor, and perfect manners as he helped me into the booth before sitting down again put me right at ease.“I think,” I said at last, “that you have underestimated yourself.”“As have you,” and we both laughed at the. I'm back at the house."Thank God for small miracles.But what happened next, was completely unexpected. I was unprepared for it, and I was just absolutely stunned to have it happen. We'd come close enough to getting caught, but obviously it wasn't enough for Tammy.She texted me the following morning. Which in turn led to quite a detailed conversation about our sexual interactions the previous evening and late night the previous day. I felt myself getting turned on, but knew better, and simply. I knew my Hilda.She was an open book. Her pregnancy was the result of her constant begging for me to drench her cunt with my long suffering seeds. Her religious persona was all a sham with her shameful urges to procreate in imaginative positions not found in the good book or any lessons in bible study to the best of my knowledge.Her anal and oral fetishes were better mentioned briefly because they were offensive even to my sinful ears. The first time she had let her waters go while spooning me. "I mean, it's sort of embarrassing, and it's difficult to judge just how much of a friend a person is at times like that." Well, I don't think you should trust anybody too quickly, Martin. Where self-interest is concerned most people will betray you, and a guy has only one or two genuine buddies throughout his whole life if he's lucky. But," he said, "on the other hand, I'm not the kind for butt-kissing or politics or petty gossiping. So in that sense, I'm a friend. At least a better risk than.