My mind warred between telling her I was sorry, and thinking that Valerie wasn’t the kind of girl who knew about boners, or at least the kind of gir... who would recognize one in a guy’s pants. Not that I knew any of those kind of girls, but I knew they existed.“Are you going to help me or not?” she asked.“Uh ... yeah ... sure,” I stammered.“You think it might be today?” Her eyes went back down my body and, just in case, I tried to make it look normal that both of my hands came to cover my crotch. It was obvious to me on the first day I arrived here, but I don’t know if any of them even thinks about it -- they just instinctively do it. And if you’re lucky, you’ll eventually meet a man who feels the same. And Derek will simply grow into it, and never wonder why he feels that way.”I smiled. This sweet lady clearly has observed and thought about the community I’m thinking of joining. Her genteel, timeless demeanor gives me more confidence in the growing decision to uproot from Savannah and. Three of us agreed to stay and wash his car and the others could go home. Jan, Becky and I stayed. Jan hosed down the car as the hunk stood to the side, watching. Myself and Becky got the sponges and started to clean the car before Jan also grabbed a sponge. The three of us working on the car would make it quicker and then we could go home. We were all really tired and getting a bit silly and giggly. We were laughing and making stupid comments when suddenly, we were getting soaked. We turned. "I climbed on top of her and drove my cock into her. When I was finally wiped out two hours later Linda confessed that it wasn't the first time I'd gotten sloppy seconds from her. I asked why, knowing what my fantasy has always been, she had been hiding her affair from me. She told me that she just could not bring herself to believe that any man could get a kick out of knowing that his wife was out fucking around."I know you say you want it, but I also knew that the odds were good that if I did.