Sandra’s Story ‘Hello there, I’m Sandra Laurence, it looks like we’re going to be rooming together for a while.’ ‘Oh, you’ve heard of me... You know you mustn’t believe all you hear. Look, let me tell you what really happened. Well, all I know of it anyway.’ I first got the nasty feeling that something wasn’t quite right as the train pulled into the station and my husband was not waiting on the platform for me. Dave was always there to collect me when I came home from my seminars. It was the same. Let's set it up for Friday night." When are you going to confront Gary?" Tomorrow night. That will give him two days to stew about it." That will also give him two days to work on you to convince you not to do it. If you believe him and forgive him and don't rub his nose in it you are going to be back to the "He got away with it" stage and he just might do it again." You're right. How do you think I should do it." Glad you asked. Here's what to do..."When Gary got home from work that night I. .. whatever that means. I guess I feel like sex is for making babies. It’s fun too, but it’s mostly for making babies. So I wouldn’t do that with any woman unless ... I don’t know ... unless I thought she’d make a good mother or something ... a mother I could love.”That was a lot to chew on and Erica chewed for a while. Bobby sat there and sipped his milk. Seeing him do that made her take a sip of hers too.“Are you saying that you love me?” she asked, her voice full of disbelief.“I must love. I smiled, knowing I was driving her crazy. The hands that kept trying to push my face deeper into her womanhood told me how much I frustrated her. “Pleeeeease!” she moaned as again I got close to her clit without touching it. I smiled at this and pushed my tongue fully into her pussy, its tip searching out the entrance to her, before flicking up to the now very hard clit nestled away in her soft snatch. “oh god!” she cried, definitely no whispers today. “oh god. Right there. Oh sir more” she.