I kissed his lips softly and said, “You did not fail me. It was just that your friend was fast to react. He sacrificed his life for me.” I did not...elaborate, hoping he would understand. I was feeling a sense of terrible guilt. All along our married life, I was only Sunil’s. The past night changed all that. Then I was no longer only my husband’s; the Colonel also had a share in me. For an average Indian woman this was a very daunting situation. These days, some women perhaps do not give too much. She loved the man and if he were a ditch digger the answer would still be yes. David was one of the most gentle of men. He cared for others. She knew he cared for her. Also he cared for his patients and for mankind in general. He was not a smoker, drank a glass of wine for dinner, abstained from pork products but did cheat by eating shrimp. He even gave up his synagogue to be with her. He was a lonely man. Where were all the Jewish women that should have been available to him? Fern was happy. She takes off the blouse and skirt. She’s wearing colorful panties and a matching bra. Mandy takes off her cheerleader sweater and her skirt and Miss Duke puts them on. The sweater is tight and too small. It doesn’t come down more than 2/3 over her top. The skirt was very short on Mandy and on Miss Duke it doesn’t cover her ass. “Miss Duke, you’re the sexiest cheerleader this school’s ever had. I want you to model for me and then do some cheers.” She gets her cell phone and films Miss Duke. Her breasts were pressed flat against her body; the lips of her pussy opened and closed with the movement of the penis, invisible to me, but which I remembered so well. Ness’s head turned from side to side, her tongue outstretched probing some unseen depths, drinking down the liquor that I had tastes two years past. Her body arched, then was still. Maria was waiting for us on our return; she took Vanessa’s hands and stared into her eyes. They talked softly for a few moments, then, Maria held.