“Come on Irene. Tell me what’s upsetting you. Is it something at work?”If only that was all it was, I thought.“Is it your parents? The kids?�...I shook my head again then rolled away from my husband and pretended to go to sleep.*The following day was one of the worst of my life. Apart from the enormous guilt at having broken the most serious of my marriage vows, I was exhausted from lack of sleep and in terror of having just become pregnant by a man who was not my husband.My concentration was. I could, again, for god knows how many times today, hear you start to make sounds…I saw he moved his hips, pushing as deep as he could, then slowly out…”yes….please….more…” He stopped with his head just inside you….”god, yes, don’t stop….”He stood still, then, neither hard nor quick, but determined, he pushed himself, nonstop, all the way in. “O h h h, more, a h h…”And he now started to fuck you proper.I could see his bloodfilled dick pushing in and out, glistening of butter, and also white. " "Lol, funny you mention it, it has." "Really, you and Mike?" "Nope, walked in on a certain blond getting her brains fucked." This blond she talked about was her fresh out of college secretary. Very athletic body, small tits, but her personality was kind of blah. But her pussy made up for it. She is always wearing skimpy tights in the building gym; which clearly showed her camel toe. "Oh, do tell." “I was doing some shopping in the area and remembered that I left my dry-cleaning in the. It did not suggest that he was too. I just erred on the side of caution.”“And the remaining chapters Harry? Have you worked out what to do?”He shrugged, “I don’t know. I followed Delilah’s words to the letter and told you everything and showed you everything. I lacked a purpose. You read the twenty-odd chapters of your vignette and told me that was correct. That leaves about thirty to do and I’m not sure what’s best.”Esmerelda giggled, “Oh Harry, you look so confused. You do want to.