Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it wa... ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. We never talked much - if you remember, my native tongue is English, but here it's another language, in which I am less than fluent.This day, I stood up to give him a bag of empty beer cans, and I noticed a) his eyes sweep to my bulge, and b) the sweat on his brow, so I asked him if he would also like some water...or even a beer. He declined, saying he wanted to finish my street, and finish work for the day - but, if my offer was still open in about 30 minutes, yes, he would share a beer. I. Now I removed my jeans and my dick was very hard and ready to fuck her. Then she started to suck me. She did it for few minutes after which I came down and made her sleep and started to kiss her. She said no as someone may come and see us like that. I said its okay as people come here to do this thing only. Then I slowly tried to remove her top, she started to say no. Then I told her that I will tear it if she didn’t allow me. Then she said yes and removed it while tears started to flow her. Thanks to an energetic younger brother she tended to get out and run, so her body was slender, even if she had only a hint of breasts when we started school that first year.As we journeyed up through high school Janet and I seemed to naturally drift into a relationship and dated exclusively throughout the intervening years. I enjoyed her company and was looking forward to living with her once we completed college.Unfortunately the worm decided to reveal itself during our first term at UCLA. I.