She had agreed to get treatment.Sue looked at me and said, "You fly, you need some time in the air. I have some things that have to get done today. If...you get tired, stay over somewhere. Call me."I went into the office and looked up a flight plan to get up there. After calling out to the air park and telling them it was a mercy flight they said they would have the plane serviced and ready, including oxygen and the potty in the back.I filed the flight plan and called the contractor and his wife. What; I guess we both know the What of your little affair, don't we? And finally the Why; maybe the excuses from that handbook explained all that. The important thing about the Why is I don't care. I don't care why you had sex with the asshole or should that be assholes; it's enough that you did.How did I find out? It wasn't rocket science. Example: There were the weekly four hour trips to the spa. When you got home the only difference was it seemed you'd just had a shower. Your hair hadn't. When she returned, they spent the entire evening cleaning the virtual crap of their virtual pets.None of this discouraged Eric’s interest in Millie, though. While her expression never strayed beyond the range of mildly piqued to mute indifference, he found her reserved and quiet nature quite attractive. It wasn't like the lights weren't on in her head. She was definitely focusing her thoughts on something all the time, keeping him constantly on his toes.One late Saturday evening, Eric dragged. I moaned softly as your tongue worked its magic on my throbbing clit and dipped into me. I wriggled and moaned loud, thrusting my hips hard against your mouth. I heard you moan as you then sucked my clit hard and bit on it roughly as your finger thrusted deep into my pussy. I cried out your name as my orgasm was reaching its peak. I've never felt so turned on by you as I was now, and relished at you're forcefulness as this was so unlike you. You had always been shy. I was about to cum when you.