”I thought, ‘What a fool I was.’She kept talking, “Then you asked me to marry you. I thought, well we’d get married and I’d go straight, b...t I needed to sew a few more wild oats. I had to travel. I want you to know wherever I went and whatever I did I always wore the jewelry you gave me. I don’t know why; remember that sweet necklace, and later the ring, they were kind of reassuring. They reminded me that I had a man back home waiting for me, a man I knew I could trust, a man who loved me, and. I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. Her underwear was damp from a mixture of sweat and excitement. I ran my fingers along the valley in her knickers caused by her swollen lips. She squirmed, parting her legs and giving me more room. My hand edged inside the leg of her panties. Her soft pubic hair was dry on her mound, but as my fingers pressed into her folds it was wet and sticky. I separated her lips and slid my finger inside her hot pussy. She leant the back of her head. I was always interested in guys, but also experimented in naked light play with several sexy female college classmates. It was hot! As we walked home George and the kids were babbling about various subjects and appeared distant.Later that night, George went to bed and I sat in the dark study illuminated only by the TV screen. My mind wandered. Joan and the mail carrier's images danced in my head. I imagined them naked as they embraced. Their mouths and tongues explored each other. Their tits. My hands embraced her at first, but then they started exploring her body. Her blond hair, her soft skin and her thin body. Her small boobs and just perfect ass. I swear, it was exeptionally perfect. She was certainly Swedish.We took off and walked the 500 meters to my house. My parents had gone to Finland for the weekend, so we entered the livingroom. I lay down in the sofa, but she sisn´t follow. Instead she started to undress in front of me. Her glamorous body appeared right in front of my.