Of course he was, he was getting of scot-free.“You know it only makes me want you when you talk like that.” I didn’t want to stay mad at him, an... the whole thing seemed silly now that we were out of the office. “But maybe we do need to keep it out of the office?”“I have no interest in doing that,” Jack said, his tone matter of fact. “I feel more invigorated in my work than I have in a long time.” Now he looked vulnerable, like he was admitting something that made him uncomfortable. He was. While he never really showed it, I am sure he valued everything you did above and beyond what was called for a great deal,” Emma tells her.“Actually, you should know, one of the last few days of his life, when he was in and out of consciousness, he called out, ‘Grace, oh Grace, yes, thank you, oh, thank you,’ in a strained voice,” Emma comforts her. Tears begin to fall down Grace’s face, hearing this. Could it be, in the end, besides longing for his wife, he also treasured her too?Grace opens. My lips sealed around on her shaft. I sucked on her. My cunt clenched hard, the tip of my cock twitching in her mouth. Her tongue danced around my crown.The bed creaked beneath her. She slid her hand down my cock as I swirled my tongue around in her cunt. Her fingers reached the folds of my twat. I shuddered as she stroked up and down my labia. My toes curled as she fingered my hymen, that thin membrane of flesh.Her digits pumped up and down my pussy lips, teasing me. The pleasure burned. Part of me, most strangely of all, didn't even want her to remember that I existed. Part of me, didn't want her to feel bad for simply being who she was. I loved who she was, though it killed me inside, and all I could do was run around in circles inside my head, trying to ignore what I knew was true: Charlotte was cheating on me, and thoroughly enjoying it. And why shouldn't she? I didn't own her. I didn't even deserve her. She owes me nothing. Maybe we could still be friends. Maybe she'd let.