?I think you both need time. I?ve talked to Monica, and weboth feel responsible. Last night should have never happened,? Edgar said, hisvoice dripping...with sincerity. ?Yes, I?m so sorry, you guys,? Monica said as she pressedDoug?s shoulder. ?You are more than welcome to stay here if you like untilyou can gather your thoughts and decide what you?d like to do. I can also havethe jewelry removed, Julie. That might help you to forget,? Edgar added. Doug listened carefully, smelling Monica?s sweet. As he placed his hands against the wall of the shower box and let the soap suds slide down over his powerful form, Carl felt the warmth of the water take him. Compared to the hard ache of the day, this was like a lover's slow embrace. Carl stared down, through the moist mists, watching as the soap rinsed away from him, spiraling down the drain at his feet. Below, beyond steely abdominals, the foggy bathroom air was darkened by the dense blackness of his pubes. The heft of his limp dick, and. My breathing and heart rates were well off the Richter scale.After about thirty minutes of tender kissing and cuddling, I had fully recovered and lay there wondering where do we go from here? From taking a few peeks up a girl’s skirt on a train, I had been taken on a sexual journey way beyond my fantasies. I couldn’t see a great friendship or relationship developing; we meet up and have sex. As wonderful and fulfilling as that maybe was, I’m accustomed to relationships of greater depth. I. In the morning, with a sore head, I recalled the previous night, surprised at myself and I wondered what would happen to the film - this being the early days of digital and hubby still had a film camera.After our breakfast, Hubby asked if we should go into town as he wanted to get the film developed. I'm pretty sure he was looking for me to object and tell him not to. But as the memory of the previous night was already making me turned on I happily agreed. Hubby was a little stunned.We popped.