After I managed to hug and talk to each of the k**s, Rosa introduced the families. Sylvia, Adrian and I were invited to a ‘thank you’ celebration ...n a park-like area near their homes. Adrian leaned to my ear and whispered that it would be honoring them to accept. So, I did. After a nice conversation where it was made clear that the a****ls were also invited, we made our way home. I told Sylvia and Adrian that I was uncomfortable with the families spending what little they had in celebration for. I felt shame for having behaved like a slut in bed and fear of my infidelity being discovered by my friends but these were manageable.I felt no guilt at all for having added my name to the list of married women carved into Darren’s bedpost.The thrill and excitement had carried me through a dreary Friday at work, an evening in the gym followed by another lonely night alone at home and in bed. It also helped overcome the dull pain of finding my secret phone still devoid of messages from Tony, the. "Hey, I'm cold in my sleeping bag. I want to snuggle up with you." She replied, beaming up at him. As she did that, she hooked her arms under his arm pits and placed her hands on his back. She smiled and nestled into his chest, listening to his heart beat steadily. Dom was confused and rather aroused. He tried to think of anything else but could do little to stop the erection building in his pants. He bit down on his bottom lip slowly as his shaft pressed against her tight, toned abdomen. There. Rebecca had secured the Bighorn buckboard, packed the lunch herself. Including a special treat — dried apricot pie. She hugged Rosie and grinned, “Take as long as you want, Mr. Murdock and I are going to make up for lost time.”That maybe-smile and then Rosie and Cayuse were off. Heading north on Market, past No-Name, the shacks that hadn’t been torn down. Past the Mosby Sawmill, past Harlan Goodwin’s copper mine. The opposite direction from the Robinson homestead.I was as eager as when Aunt.