We simply cuddled each other for a while and discussed the next days agenda, which was pretty much the same as today's."I'm so sorry for the grief I c...used you in the past Fen." Marion eventually said. "I just don't know why but I suspect I was jealous of both of you." Jealous?" I said."You were so happy and I wasn't, that and I couldn't help wondering just what you were like in bed." Marion replied. "Combine that with guilt and repression over those feelings and you have me summed up." Just. I carefully rolled her off me, then positioned myself on top of her with my lips kissing her squarely between her saggy breasts. Even to this day I don't consider my orally pleasuring her to be sexual in any way. I guess I finally understood what my dad had tried to tell me time and time again about how his sex with his mom was not really sex, but love.I'm not going to go into any more detail of what all we did together that morning in bed, but I will tell you I never got hard, and therefore we. With my free hand, I circled his waist, pulling him tight, feeling his cock hardening against my body. With my other hand I tried to keep hold of my glass, still half full of my scotch. My lovely dress was around my ankles, my knickers, mid-thigh, as his hands explored my body. I leant back, feeling the cold metal and glass that formed the balcony, my hands gripping it to steady myself, and in doing so opening myself to him. His mouth was on my nipple, his teeth bit, I gasped, but the pain was. He probably thought that she was here to give him something special, like she had been doing for the past few weeks. They often had brief encounters in the restaurant and long nights at her flat when they weren’t working. No one in the restaurant knew they were secret lovers. No one anywhere knew, in fact, except for Jolene.When Jolene had called her last month at the restaurant, she had been shocked when Jolene asked about it. How did Jolene know? Realizing that Jolene had only been guessing.