Surprisingly - or maybe not - we had actually discussed this and even the possibility that we might change that state before leaving for school in the...fall. I don’t mean to make it sound like this was a purely clinical approach. Not at all. We weren’t really nerds, but we were both fairly level headed and looked at the world in a realistic way - at least most of the time. We had agreed that we would not set about and plan “to do the deed” at a particular time. However, we also both agreed that. I look at him, confused. Babe? I ask again. He takes a deep breath and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how hard he is. I gasp. Oh! I exclaim. He looks embarrassed. I’m sorry! He quickly apologizes, then adds, “I tried to keep it from happening but it’s not easy, and I’ve been trying to hide it for a long time. I didn’t know what else to do.” Babe, are you..? I pause, trying to rephrase my question. You haven’t ever been with a girl, like. We had both been in the service overseas in Germany when we first met. I was married at the time and so was she. At first I didn’t think very much of her until I started hearing stories about what an easy fuck she was. That got my interest as I have always been fond of the ladies that wanted to and did fuck a lot of different men. At the time T was 27 years old with long brown naturally wavy hair. She stood about 5 foot 2 and weighed about 105 pounds. Ten pounds of that weight must have been. She spoke slowly and haltingly, as if, on exit, each breath that carried her words seared her lungs and throat."I ... I was going to ... be with him, Mike. I needed to stop feeling the pain. I needed an escape."Mike played some more of the video, then paused it again."So he kissed you. And you let him?" Yes." Why?" I thought it was the only thing that would make me forget the pain. I needed to be comforted." Not by me? Did you even think of me?" For a moment, yes. I though ... I thought, 'Mike,.