In their thirteen years of marriage, Jerry had always conferred with Pamela on any decision that had even a slight potential to affect their lives. Th... few times he had made decisions without her input he had immediately felt guilty and disloyal. He had learned over the years to trust her judgment. She knew how to listen, when to speak up and when to hold her peace. Often just talking things over with her made it easier for him to see how things could work. This was different, of course. It was. I straightened up and my hands went to her bare butt. Isqueezed the two firm round globes. My pants-enclosedcock ground against her nearly naked pussy. I finally separated. “You’re beautiful,” I said. I kissed her lips and thatset off another round of our hands roaming each others’bodies. I took a step back. I had to. I couldn’t keep myhands off her.She watched me as I began to unbutton and take off myshirt.“You know,” she said, “Having a thin. You need to move your hand so I can get out of the car."He took his hand from between my legs and tasted me on his fingers. I locked the car and put his keys in my handbag and led him to the place I was thinking of, less than a minute from the parking area. The pressure on my bladder from drinking a lot of water would make the sex more enjoyable, but I didn't want to be peeing over my best work outfit when I came (I hoped I was going to come!) so I told him I needed to pee before having him. Honey ... I never would have left your Mother there to die if I had a choice. If I'd known she wasn't planning on following us through, wild horses couldn't have dragged me away from her side. I just didn't know, honey. I loved her more than life itself, and I never would have left her there to die if I could've helped it. I had to make sure everyone else was safe, and she said she was right behind me. I even tried to go back for her, but I couldn't. I'm sorry you hate me for letting her die..