Beth didn’t respond. Her mind was in turmoil. ‘It’s happening again!’ she realized. She was becoming a serial slut and she couldn’t do a thi...g to stop her lust to be fucked from taking total control. ‘I can’t believe it’s happening again!’ is all the fight her mind would produce. . “You know what my favourite part of the UK is?” Kris asked again. Beth murmured and Kris smiled. “Bushey!” he said, his smiling reflection in the glass grinning back at her as his fingers slid effortlessly over her. .. oh yes, an ass to die for.She was still pretty young so she didn't look her age. And it didn't stop at her looks.She had an amazing personality. She would always help people, make them smile.Even when my father had beaten her or me, she would do anything to make me smile, to make me laugh.But now, after what happened, she looked defeated.No smile, no happiness, only sadness and tears. I couldn't stand seeing her like that.I would do everything I could to make her happy again.I washed myself. ." I get the picture, Alan. But I'm not like that..." Okay ... sorry if I ascribed a motive..." No, you're a good guy, Alan. Just being careful. I would be, too, you know ... If I was in your shoes."I met them for dinner at the only Italian restaurant in thirty miles. Yes, Susan was smiling, and yes, I smiled back, and yes, I wondered if some of that smile was because of me. I felt like it was two couples at the table. Susan was engaging, and we had some discussion about Robert Heinlein, among. And now she used to share all her feelings with me and used to call me regularly and talk to me 3 to 4 hours. I got a hint that some thing is wrong. One day she enquired me about my girlfriend , I told her that I didn’t had any girlfriend. She was very happy to lsten this. This continued and our friend ship turned in to love , though she was married she used to share all her feeling with me as if I am his husband. One day whn I was returing form a long journey, she told me to come to her flat.