"just imagine," she said quietly, "what a marvelous marriage I would have know, if you'd been my husband. But you and those adorable children are help...ng me make up for all those lost and lonely years. Tell me, Chris -- did you feel guilty, at first? Screwing Bettina, I mean, and ignoring your wife?" A little," he agreed, " but not all that much. Once I got into my girl's fantastic pussy and knew how much it meant to both of us, there was no way I was going to give up fucking her -- even if I. Anyway, she's a blonde and I am a brunette. Since this is an erotic story I can tell you that Cara wears a B cup and I wear a C cup. Ah, details, details.I was 22, Cara 19, and Tim 26.After dinner, it was already 9 o'clock when we got up to go to a party. It was going to be the first stop in a long night of parties. Tim and Cara more or less disappeared when we got to the first place. Someone gave me a lemonade that was spiked with everclear. Some men saw me hanging around the tv, where some. Now he has gone and got thepromotion that he deserves and moved to pastures new."Instead, now I have you, wet behind the ears, a bloody criminologygraduate, God help us, with no time on the beat and an accelerated movethrough CID probation. You might be the Superintendent's blue eyed littleboy, but you are going to have to work bloody hard to prove yourselfhere. I don't like people who short circuit the system, but I am bloodystuck with you."I will be happy, if you cock up in any way, because. .. I’m honored,” into my ear, through my hair.I think I decided right then and there that, if he wanted to do it with me again, I’d probably say, “When? Now! Yes! Hurry!.”In fact, I am completely embarrassed to say that I don’t really remember much about Galaway, or shopping. We didn’t have all that much money so we couldn’t buy a lot. I know we ate, and I know it was good, but I can’t remember what it was.That’s because I kept thinking about what was going to happen on the trip back. I knew.