Christ, I gotta get it together. She, I should say Julie, in case I read this years from now." Oh... why bother, I'll never forget this as long as I l...ve." When I returned to the apartment early this evening, I heard what I thought was the TV in Julie's bedroom. Only it wasn't the TV. Julie was with her boyfriend Don in her room. They had left the door open and they hadn't realized I was back, because Julie was yelling... well, not exactly endearments, more like, "Suck me, suck me, work that. "She struggled to hold her cunt open to him, her fingers slippery with the fluids that poured from her. She had never felt more naked, more vulnerable. But that's what Simon did. Why did it feel so good? From what dark corner of her imagination had this maddening addiction Freed itself? Her husband was just fifty yards away, waiting for her to return to him, knowing that she would give her body to Simon in ways that would forever remain her secret. Was at least a sliver of the excitement from. We were in his living room watching some army movie he had been watching and having a few drinks he then told me how pretty I was and saying all nice things. I actually thought he was just being nice he then started to touch my leg running his hand up and down. As I was drunk I started to feel a bit horny and decided you open my legs a bit. He got the picture and his hand went straight to my wet pussy he pulled my thong to one side and stuck his finger right inside I started thrusting my hips. Plus, once he had snuffed it out at the wick for the night, it was difficult to re-light it if he ever tossed and turned.That night, sleep did not come easily. The owls called outside, a screech heralding a tawny owl, for it was only one of the pair that made the typical “twit-two” call of an owl. He rolled onto his right side, pummelling his pillow into shape, his four-poster bed draped with awnings: enough to give an air of class, that such fineries could be afforded by his family. Not that.