I shouldn’t have but I had to hold you, I had to kiss you one last time. I didn’t bother knocking but headed straight for you room. Your face stil... blushed, your robe wrapped tightly, a surprised look came when you realized it was me in your doorway.I knew full well you had deceived me, cheated me, caused me so much pain but I didn’t care. I wanted you back. Neither of us said a word, our looks told the story. Pushing you to the bed, grabbing your panties pulling them downward to your ankles, I. "You seem kind of spooked." Do I?" She sipped her soda. She was most definitely spooked.He leaned close. "We can go in the house, if you like... ?"His suggestion came with a playfully raised eyebrow. Faye pretended not to notice. How had she got into this mess? Any of them?"Can I ask you something?" she said in a low voice.Jon leaned in conspiratorially. His high wattage grin was back. "Sure, doll." Doll?" she thought with a start. She tried to ignore it, get her thoughts in order.How do you. " Try not to think about it yet. Let's go to bed and perhaps you can sort it out in the morning."The next day, Chris was up at the crack of dawn using the solvent to remove the breasts from his chest and getting ready for work. When Jess joined him downstairs, he was in a business suit and looking like Pippa never happened."Don't worry, Chris. Just take it as it comes." she said. He smiled back at her wanly.He arrived at work and went to his office. Some time later, a very shamefaced Jamie. "John, I might have to put the phone down … I'm going to need two hands to hang on." Okay, but don't hang up, just place it down beside you," John shouted at her, frantic that she might cut off the call. His hand was now stroking his own cock as he listened to his wife being fucked again by his friend.She placed the receiver down on the bench so she could throw both arms around Martin's shoulders, burying her head into his neck, her lips nuzzling his skin. The two hands of Martin holding her.