She even had a boyfriend in high school she was really hoping to spend her life with, but he broke up with her shortly before graduation. Still, she t...ought about him a lot, especially on days like this.After chugging her beer, she tossed it like a basketball into a small trash can a few feet away. There was only one sure-fire way to relax and unwind after spending a couple hours listening to some loser explain his plans for the future, yet made no real preparations for.Bethany got in her. Yeah, my offices are just around the corner, so this might be a perfect fit for me.”We shook hands and I said, “Come on in, Trent. Let me show you the place so you can check it out and see what you think.”I showed Trent around the apartment, answering the few questions he had, and finished the tour in the living room where we sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. He seemed really nice, had a really good job – making a lot more money than I did – and after just a few minutes we decided that. I think she’s still catching up on sleep from winter break.”I had closed my eyes, again, because, of course, some aspects of sex are more enjoyable when one’s eyes are closed. Right? That first tentative lick of a nipple or tongue swiping along the outer labia. I know I can barely keep my eyes open for either of those.Despite not seeing, I responded, “It’s not polite to talk about someone when she’s present. Or, at least, that’s what my mommy taught me when I was young. Is that not true. She was in her wedding dress, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. She pulled his head down to kiss him, and he stuck his tongue deep down her throat.Between kisses Jen looked again at the mirror. Seeing herself dressed as a bride, fucking another man on her wedding day, thrilled her. She knew it was bad, but couldn't help it. It was so kinky and deliciously evil.She almost cried out when she saw something else in the mirror. Her body tensed in alarm, but then relaxed. "God, I'd better.